Mon Champion

Chapter 4

Oscar's POV:

I felt a flush of red overcome my face. I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. My hand started shaking even faster. I made a few incoherent noises in an attempt to speak, but there were no English (or French) words that came out of my mouth.

"Helloooo? Can I help you?" Lando was waving his hand in front of my face. He'd been speaking to me the entire time and I was just standing there like a deer in headlights.

"Yeah mate, I uh-...", I felt my face flush red again. "I-, I came to apologize for what happened earlier. You know, when I uh-, swore at you." I stopped speaking but I felt like I hadn't finished saying. Luckily, my mind then found the missing puzzle piece of the sentence. I swore under my breath for suddenly becoming illiterate. My embarrassment had caused me to forget that I was actually going to say something else.

"For no reason." I felt like I was naked at school. But I didn't feel like I'd actually gone to school, because I'd forgotten how to FUCKING SPEAK.

I expected Lando to be serious, but I didn't know why I expected that. Expecting Lando to be serious was like expecting pigs to fly. You can probably imagine my shock when Lando starting laughing like a Hyena.

I stood on the steps of Lando's home, watching him try to pull himself together. This gave me flashbacks from a certain F1 press conference circa 2019. Still, I contemplated just walking away. I'd come to apologize for something I did wrong and it ended in me being laughed at.

"Right then. I'm sorry for trying to be a nice person. Putain d'enfer." I stormed away from Lando's laughing fit. I heard him screaming after me in an attempt to apologize. If he was going to laugh at me for apologizing, I was going to make him feel the same way.

Upset was an understatement. Everything was going wrong for me today. My championship was ruined, I yelled at someone for no reason, I then tried to apologize to that someone, and then was humiliated after delivering said apology.

I chugged a beer as soon as returned "home". I was so done with this day. I just wanted it to be over, but I wasn't going to be able to sleep. I'd spent half the day doing just that.

I decided to shower. Showers made everything better.

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If I'm being honest, the shower let me down. It made everything better for all of about 3 minutes. Then the thought of everything returned to me. The day just repeated in my head. Crash, altercation, attempted apology, humiliation. Crash, altercation, attempted apology, humiliation.

I didn't even care enough to put on actual clothes. Calvin Kleins felt appropriate. I was just so fed up with life, and I just didn't care anymore. Reasonably, I did the only thing I knew to do. I cried.

I sat on my bed. and cried. The lights were off. There was no sound. Just me, whimpering and sobbing. Alone.

God, I needed a fucking boyfriend.

In between sobs, I heard a knock on my door.

I groaned in frustration. I'd had enough of people today. I just wanted it to be tomorrow. I wasn't going to leave anyone standing at my door, though, so I had to answer get over myself and answer them.

The person at the door had started to knock harder and faster, and that didn't aid my frustration. People were just really making me mad today.

"FUCKING HELL, I'M COMING!" I was very near quitting today. Just sitting in my bed eating candy and watching random movies. However, there was someone at my door, and it was my job to answer them.

I trudged over to the door, ready to unleash my frustration on the anonymous knocker. I was ready to yell at someone again, but with a reason this time.