[FRIENDS] [Lando Norris X Reader] PT.2 Collision

~7~

You didn't like this anymore Lincoln had to go. He was staring at the flatscreen while you were trying to find out what he did that evening. You opened different drawers, pack of condoms of course. You closed it carefully again. When you walked by the nightstand. There was something suspicious about it. You wasn't sure it was dust or something else. You shoved your hand over the nightstand. You turned your hand around and looked at it. You were in shock. You weren't an expert when it comes to the species of drugs, but when you see drugs you know that it is. It was white and little powdery was it coke? Or something else? You opened the closet. You found another suspicious bag. This is absolutely insane. Did he drug me? Nah I was so tired. It can't be. I took pictures of it. And placed the bag back into the closet. You were so confused. It was getting late, you wanted to go back to Max. But you were afraid for him changing his mind.

Lincoln pressed the remote off button and he then watched you, you plugged your Air Pods in your ears. And turned on your daily playlist on Spotify. You laid down. While listening to your favourite songs. 'Y/n I still do not get it why are you so bold?' He said as came up to you.

'Because you can't win by playing with other drivers emotions.' You said.

He cocked his slightly to one side. He laughed, and took a deep breath. 'How do I explain this?'
'You may be right, but they both care about you know don't they? So long they feel bad about your actions. They'll force each other into mistakes. The magic part is, that you just need to watch. Patiently... Y/n. Just watch.' He told you.

'You never got arrested?' You asked.
Lincoln laughed, 'nah you can't get arrested for playing. Smart.' He said.

'You Thorn my family apart, who do you think you are?'

Lincoln shook his head of laughter. 'You see? My plans always work. It doesn't matter who I pick next.' He spread his arms. 'I always win.'

'I'm going back to Max's.' You murmured.
Lincoln smirked, 'if he still wants you.'

You showed him my middle finger.
'It's all about money! Y/n I'll keep doing this.' He laughed.

When you were outside you called your friend.
'Come on pick up you dickhead.'

'Bonjour Joe here.'
'Hey Joe it's me, Y/n.'
'Damn girl I haven't heard of you in ages!'
'How are you?'
You bit in your lips. 'Life sucks right now.'
'Why's that gurl?'
'Mclaren has a new reserve driver, a total dickhead he just played with Lando and with me. I don't know what happend but he's out of sudden mad at me for something I didn't commit.'  You explained.

'But what did they blame you for?  you're the sweetest person I ever dated with back in middle school.' Joe said.
'Let's keep the sweet"est" out.' You said.
'I get blamed for sleeping with another f1 driver. What I never did. And even can't remember of doing so.' Joe stayed quiet.
'Alright.' He said.
'I need your help, I need to know a kind of drugs.'
'What kind and for what reasons?' Joe asked further.
'I'll send you the pictures.'
'Are we going to blackmail an Formula 1 reserve driver?' Joe said out of excitement.
'I want my family back Joe.' You replied. 'I want my brother back.'

'Got it, I will see if my father has time.'
'Thank you Joe, you're seriously the best.'
Joe giggled. 'I know.'
He stopped the call, and you opened the Telegram app. You scrolled through your phone and found the last picture that was send to Lando.
Your heartbeat dropped by what you saw. He made a picture of you sleeping with him. Maybe Lando and Max were right, maybe you were actually sleeping with him but so stupid to forget.

You felt the world falling apart again.
The drugs? His psychotic behaviour? Was it all just an excuse? Did You made that all up just to gain their trust back? You felt horrible. And walked over to a wooden bench and sat down. 'I'm a bad person.'

'Hey.' A voice said to me. You turned around and was surprised by Max's girlfriend. She knew that there was something up.
You smiled slightly. 'I might have ruined things.' You said immediately. 'Why?' She asked.
You shook your head, 'I might have believed that something was not right, I thought Lincoln mislead me. But then I saw this picture.' You said and showed it to her.
'I've taken it myself with him. We're both laughing' you said. She examined it. 'I seriously thought it wasn't my fault.'
'But it definitely is.'