A U R O R A // F1

May 13th, 2020. Baku, Azerbaijan

"No, Flint, stop. I don't wanna."

He pretended he didn't hear me and continued kissing my neck. I shoved myself away from him and glared at him. "I said stop!"

"What's wrong?", he asked me, he wanted to sound sincere, but I could clearly hear the annoyance in his voice.

"Do I need a reason for not wanting to hook up right now? I got shit on my mind and I'm not in the mood." I pulled my knees to my chest.

"You always have." There it was. He didn't hide his frustration anymore.

"Hey, I told you right from the beginning that it could get difficult with me. You said I was worth it."

"I never realized you'd have such a long stick up your ass. Do you really think I couldn't make you feel MUCH better?" With that he tried to pull me closer to him once again, but that was it for me.

In a sudden panic I freed myself out of his grasp and hopped out of the hotel bed. I felt something hot running down my cheek.

There was something stuck in my throat, or at least it felt like that, so all I managed to say was "Get out."

His expression grew dark.

"If you make me leave now, don't expect me come back again."

I tried not to choke on my tears. "I think I'll take that chance."

//

Calling my aunt with a family that late at night just because my rebound dumped me didn't seem right, and I knew if I told Charlie, she'd take the first flight over here and try to fight that engineer. Jamie wouldn't know what to say anyway, and Jenny was home grieving.

And my hotel room was getting smaller and smaller. I had to get out.

I put on an oversized hoodie, slipped into some sneakers and exited my room. Not soon after I found myself in the large hallway opening at one of the big windows, overlooking the nocturnal capital.
As I heard people talking, I glanced over my shoulder, just to wish I didn't.

I quickly turned my face back to the window, but they already saw me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Max saying something to his trainer, who continued walking to the elevator. The Dutchman meanwhile approached me.

I clenched my teeth. What now?

"Hey, all good?"

My face contorted into a grimace.

"The fuck do you care."

He was a bit taken aback by this, I could sense it in his posture, but he still moved a step further into my direction.

"Look, uhh,", he started. Since when does this guy get nervous?

"I just wanted to say sorry for how this thing between us started. We didn't get off to a great start."

My eyes were puffy from crying earlier, so I made sure he couldn't directly look at me. I rubbed them gently and took a second to respond.

"Yeah, that's on you."

"And I regret it."

A quiet groan fled my mouth and I turned on my heels, heading for the elevator and away from this situation.

"I'm seriou-", he started, but I cut him off.

"In case you really are, then ok, apology... noted. But this won't give you a starting over scenario."

I looked at him. There was an emotion in his eyes, but it was too quickly gone before I was able to catch it. I turned around quickly once again after remembering how I must look and stepped into the elevator. While pressing the button, I felt him step in next to me.

"Really? Not even a ride in the elevator you leave me to myself?", I spat out.

"We're on the same floor.", he pointed at the glowing button.

"Did you hear what I just said?"

"Yes, I did, but I still wanted to make sure that you believe me. Because I mean it. Sorry."

Crossing my arms, I started to get really irritated.

"You're so full of yourself. First you say all that shit about me and then you casually expect me to forget all that?"

Annoyance filled his face, I could see it out of the corner of my eye.

"I never said that, I just, goddamn, acknowledge it at least or something."
He stuffed his hands into his pockets.

I was about to open my mouth as the elevator opened again. I stepped out and rushed towards my room. Taking a look back, I saw him just standing there, still looking at me.

I bit my bottom lip to stop anything else escaping from my mouth and slammed door to my hotel room.

//