Jealousy, Jealousy || Max Verstappen

Childhood Friends

Questioning myself about the shouting followed by lots of curse words, first thing I noticed was that, I wasn't in my room. Slowly picking up the memories from the eventful night, I scanned the room, brown furnishing and beige walls softening the Mediterranean sunlight coming through. Looking to the left side of the bed, it was empty, as expected. The voices coming through the old but thin walls distracted me again, making me attempt to get up from the soft, warm beg and realise I only had my underwear on. Didn't take me long to find my party dress laying on the bedroom floor. I wasn't the one to wear the guy's clothes who I hooked up just last night. Right now wasn't the right moment to overthink what I've done and I could do that on the way home. I decided against wearing my heels back and felt the cold floor under my feet as I left the bedroom, quietly figuring out which room the voice was coming from, ending up in the living room, I saw one angry Dutch man with headphones on his head, sim controller in his hands. "Is playing sim part of your morning routine?" Of course he was unable to hear or even notice me. I took off his headphones. "Hello??" His mouth remained open for a time, right before getting the headphones back on to say something to the opposition in Dutch.

"Morning, slept well?" His focus on me, I realised I slept like an angel last night if I were to ignore the soreness between my legs.

First time looking at his face since yesterday's special time, "Not my first time trying out your bed,"

I heard a whisper, "Won't be last either," but I'd rather say that out loud like a man, not like a scared loser, I challenged him, "you said something?"

"You can take a shower before leaving," Considering his offer, random nervous wave hit me.

"Shit, shit," I walked to the sofa he had, looking for my handbag. "Have you seen my phone?" I was big fucked up this time, my parents knew I had to come home after the party, I was so fucked up. Scanning the whole room, I saw my silver coloured bag on the floor and unlocked my phone in seconds. The screen was full of notifications from my parents, Maria and Mick. Mick? I didn't even read what my parents were saying, I could explain back home to them, also in Maria's message she was letting me know my parents had contacted her and she just lied about me staying with her, I was lucky to have brilliant people around me. Clicking on Mick's message, there were quite few, saying my parents also contacted him and he's really worried about me, he was an angel who deserved an answer on the way home.

I met a pair of turquoise eyes, watching my every move. For all that time I mentally was gone and forgot I wasn't alone. "Sorry, I, y'know, my parents been worried," I'd hoped he'd understand the situation. "I'll just go, get my things," Leaving my phone on the big, glass table, now was the right time to wear back my heels, I picked up few other pieces from the floor and took one last look to his bedroom, god what we've done here? How I was pushing him to the wall and kissing him, how he was grabbing me in bed, pulling me closer, having zero doubts and no hesitation, how good our bodies were in sync. I had to leave immediately.

"Make sure you message him soon," Max speaking in his sarcastic tone, I hoped he's see the question marks coming from my eyes, "he must've been worried about you."

"Did you read my messages?!" Was he high or something? Who gave him the permission to do such a silly thing?

"Easy there," He stopped me from yelling loudly, "it was unlocked, I didn't even touch it."

I used the same tone as his previous one, "Want me to thank you for not going through my phone?"

"I'll drive you home, you don't have a car." He was preferring to ignore my words, which was pissing me off more.