THE END | Oscar Piastri

13. who do you love?

Oscar's pov

"Oscar?" Elaine speaks suddenly. I peek my head out of the bathroom. She's sitting on the end of the bed. She isn't looking at me, instead choosing to pick at the beds of her nails.

"Yeah?" I ask but receive no answer. I drop the washcloth in my hand, stopping my skincare mid routine. I've had this routine for two years, after Savannah convinced me that guys need skincare, too.

I round the bed, sitting on the corner closest to her. Only then does she speak. "I love you, you know that?" Something about her tone is off, and I wonder if it's got anything to do with what happened last week.

"Oscar?" A hard poke is landed in my side. I draw my eyes away from the two dancing in the middle of the room. I hadn't even noticed I was staring.

I shake my head, an attempt to clear it. I turn to Elaine, who's eyes are on me with an expectant look on her face. "Sorry, what?" I ask, assuming I had missed a question of hers.

She glances over to where I had just been staring. "Do you want to go get something to drink?" Her words have lost all patience, and I fear it definitely wasn't the first time she asked that question.

"Yeah. I'm not gonna drink anything, but I'll go with you to get something." She nods, grabbing tighter onto my hand that's draped over her shoulders as I weave us through people.

I lean against the bar as she orders her drink, my arm falling from around her neck to around her waist, pulling her closer to me.

She smiles up at me, a warm smile and I melt in it's warmth. I bend down and leave a small, short and sweet kiss on her lips.

A drink is slid in front of her, some fruity concoction I can't name and she takes a sip of it.

My eyes drift back over to the blonde, now a couple feet from the door and hugging a reluctant Logan. "Oscar." Elaine's serious tone draw my eyes back to her.

She looks up into my eyes, switching between focusing on each of them. She inhales sharply before placing the glass back on the bar counter and makes a straight line for the door.

"Elaine!" I call after her repeatedly, to no avail. Multiple people get in my way as I try to chase her down.

She gets a couple steps down the street before I catch up to her, tugging on her wrist. She turns back to me sharply. "Who do you love, Oscar?" She asks, words harsh.

I stand there stunned for a moment, trying to understand where this is coming from. "You Elaine, I love you." I take a step closer to her, grabbing onto both her hands.

She doesn't move. "You sure I'm the only one? Because it seems like you're still in love with her." Tears collect in her eyes, building up on her waterline.

"Lain, I'm totally over her now, and I'm all about you. I'm crazy over you Elaine. And don't you doubt that for even a second."

The salt streams fall down her face silently. I bring my arms around her, pulling her into my chest. A hand of mine soothes over her hair. "Do you want to go back to the hotel?" I feel her nod against me.

"I love you, too." I grab her hand in mine, thumb brushing over her knuckles. She looks down at our hands, a frown on her face.

She takes a long inhale before she speaks again. "I don't think I can do this anymore."  She whispers but I catch it, panic filling my chest quickly and the takes her hand away from mine.

"What?" It's a desperate and panicked whisper.

She finally looks at me and I can see the heartbreak in her eyes. "You're not over her. You can say you are all you want but you're not." She starts, shaking her head.

"Every time you look at her-" she chokes on her words. I take her hand trying to calm her but she pulls away again. "You look at her, it's not like you look at me. You're still in love with her."

I shake my head frantically. "That's not true! I've already told you, I'm all for you." My eyebrows are crossed together, and a painful lump has been lodged into my throat as it tries to hold back the dam that is my tears.

"No you're not. And I can't stand to be second to her anymore." Her voice shakes from the effort to hold back her own tears. She stands from the bed then, making a line for the door but I stop her when my hand flies to her wrist.

She stands still for a moment. "Please, Elaine. Don't go. I can make it right." I say in whispers, all my energy being put into holding back the streams that threaten to let loose.

She looks up to the ceiling before turning back to me, looking at my hand around her wrist then back to my eyes. For a moment I think she considers it, or it may be my own hope that creates that illusion.

She shakes her head. "I can't." Her voice jumps an octave higher at the last syllable.

I can't force her to stay, so I drop her hand, letting her free to make her own choices. She picks up her suitcase, already having been packed and I think how could I have not noticed? She then leaves the bedroom and I can't bring myself to follow her out, my legs given out from the situation. I hear the front door close faintly in the distance.

Each of these actions seems to twist the knife a little more, plunging it further into my chest while doing so.

I sit there for a moment, pondering what has just happened before I realize the acid rain has leaked from my eyes and is now causing small puddles on my pants, painting the spots a darker shade than the fabric was previously.

And all I can think is fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

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A/N - Buddy did it to himself 🤣🫵
Straight L's omg why is he literally insufferable in this book sorry fam😨

Anyway updates may come significantly slower now bc school just started (everyone say boo) but I'll try to update as frequently as possible.