Mon Champion

Chapter 8

TW: Use of homophobic slur

Oscar's POV:

These words repeated in my brain. I was standing there, staring at Charles, without moving. I was there physically, but not mentally. I felt like the world had just caved in on top of me.

When I came back to myself, my thoughts raced faster than the MP4/4. I could see Lando's mouth moving, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. I wanted to hear him, but I couldn't.

Eventually, the bright lights and loud music pulled me out of my trance. My thoughts kept me from noticing that I was crying. Not just this, I was crying a lot.

"Oscar. Listen to me. Are you ok?" Lando was looking up at me, both his hands on my shoulders.

I was going to respond, but I made the mistake of looking at Charles again, and this filled my body with anger.

"Va au diable, Charles." With these words, I turned around and stomped towards the doors. I felt Lando grab my hands, but I swiftly pulled them away from him. Him grabbing my hands didn't give me the feeling it had the night before, but that wasn't the main thing I was thinking about right now.

I heard Lando say something to Charles and then heard his footsteps behind me, indicating to me that I wasnt going to leave the club alone if he had a say in the matter.

When I got to the doors, I didn't even outstretch my hands to open it. I just pushed it open with my body. When I got outside, I kicked it closed behind me. I heard the thud of the door when it hit Lando, signaling that he was following me. He let out a grunt and cursed under his breath. I could hear his footsteps speeding up behind me.

When I got to my car, I got inside and slammed the door immediately after. I locked the doors too, because I just wanted to be left alone.

I heard Lando try to open the door, but this was obviously unsuccessful. He repeatedly tried this, and when he gave up, he did what was probably the dumbest thing to do around a car.

He walked in front and placed his hands on the hood. After doing this, he stared at me angrily.

"Let. Me. In. Oscar. Now." His voice was muffled, but he was speaking loud enough to where I could still clearly understand him.

I stared at him, and even revved the engine in an effort to get him to move, but he didn't even flinch at this. I knew he wasn't going to move, and I hated his stubbornness.

"Fuck off Lando. Just go back inside. You don't always have to be the nice guy. Just leave me alone. "I intimidated myself in how loud I screamed this. This only made him angrier. He raised his hands above his head and screamed in anger. There wasn't any words in this, just a scream.

"I'm not leaving unless it's in that car with you. And I'm not trying to be a nice guy. I'm trying to be a good friend." He was still screaming, but not as loud as before. I could also see his expression had softened a bit.

These words made me feel guilty. He had never called me his friend before, even in the near 2 years we'd known each other. His words caused me to cry harder than I had been before.

My guilt caused me to cave in, and unlock the doors. I saw Lando smile, and I could see the wave of relief go over him.

I thought about driving away when he turned the corner of the hood, but decided against it in fear of hitting him. I revved the engine again, but this wasn't to drive. I didn't even know why I did it, something in me just told me to do it. Lando jumped at this sound, and that made me smile a bit.

When he got in the car, Lando didn't say anything. He could tell I didn't want to be spoken to. Halfway through, he began to say something, but stopped himself. When I looked at him, he waved me off. Other than this, the entire ride back to the track was silent, other than the sounds of my crying.