Mon Champion

Chapter 5

Lando's POV:

Remember when I said I didn't want to get yelled at?

Yeah, that didn't work out so well.

The person who'd screamed happened to be Oscar. And I was right, he was not happy. I was going to just stand there and spy on him, but that made me feel like a creep.

So I made the mistake of saying something. Before I did this I had to act like I wasn't just standing there listening, so I walked backwards, and then walked forwards around the corner of his motorhome.

When I walked around the corner, Oscar was walking up the steps into his motorhome. This didn't stop me from speaking though.

"Everything alright?" He jumped at the sound of my voice. He then threw his head back. Whether it was in annoyance, frustration, or exhaustion, I didn't know. I was sure it was frustration, but I didn't have much time to ponder over what emotions Oscar was feeling.

"What the fuck does it matter to you, mate?"

I was taken aback by this comment. I was just trying to make sure he was OK, and he'd cursed at me for no reason.

"Be a dickhead then." I whispered under my breath, and stomped towards our garage. My phone told me that it was now 4:15, 45 minutes away from the start of qualifying. The interaction with Oscar had put me in a bad mood, which I was sure wasn't going to treat me well going into qualifying.

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The whole situation with Oscar hadn't bothered me as much as I presumed it would. I ended up qualifying in P3, which was one of my better qualifyings of the season, so I was glad I could go out of a high note.

My neck was sore, but I wasn't really tired. This was odd to me because driving almost always had me exhausted, but today just wasn't the same.

After a few interviews and a review with Will, I was allowed to return home.

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If I was being honest, I did not smell good. Not at all.

A shower was essential, and that was my first priority when I got inside. After, of course, posting on my Instagram story.

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After my shower, I decided to sit and watch a random movie that I found on Netflix. Well, I didn't exactly watch it. It was just there in the background as I scrolled on my phone.

Seeing a video of the two Oscars' crash had me thinking of what happened earlier. I went to look if he'd responded to my text, but he hadn't even read it yet.

I didn't know why I expected him to be nice to me after he lost his championship. Like I'd said in the text, I couldn't imagine how he was feeling. I just knew that he would be frustrated.

I decided to call him and make sure he got the message. When he didn't pick up the first time, I called him again.

I didn't know why I did, it was pretty clear that he wasn't going to answer.

When I was going to call him for a 3rd time, my phone died. I ran to my room to charge it, and then came back to the TV. The movie was near the end, as I'd been scrolling on my phone for over an hour.

I didn't know what to do with my phone dead, so I chose the rational choice. Sleep.

As I laid out on my couch, I heard knocks on my door. I thought it was going to be Will, so I didn't bother covering myself up.

When I opened the door, I didn't see Will though.

I saw Oscar Pic.

When Oscar saw me, his face flushed with red. I didn't think anything of this, as I assumed he was just surprised at what he saw. Besides, it's easy to be surprised by me. :)