DNF - A Formula 1 Story (Lando Norris)

Chapter 4

"Give me some tips to forget you." - The National feat. Taylor Swift

Bianca

Lando is walking towards me right now and I don't know what to do. Last night I stupidly, stupidly texted him and of course now he's here. I haven't seen him in 75 days besides in photos on my phone that I look at everyday. And he looks fucking good. I hate myself for getting butterflies as I stare at him approaching. His eyes are glowing in the club lighting, glinting with a hint of appreciation as he stares at me and he smiles hesitantly. It makes my stomach dip when I see the gap in his teeth, the gap that I love so much.

I look away from him then, suddenly nervous that he's approaching me while I'm sitting very closely next to James. James who now is tense beside me as he watches Lando warily. I haven't told him yet about what exactly went down between Lando and I but I did tell him that we dated. My legs are bouncing from anxiety when Lando finally gets to us. He doesn't say anything as he stares down at me sitting on the couch. All I can do is stare at him until I feel James' hand squeeze my bare thigh and I turn to look at him. My leg immediately stops bouncing when he rubs his thumb against my skin and gives me a small smile. Lando clears his throat then, causing me to snap out of my exchange with James and turn to face him.

"James, this is Lando. Lando this is James." I announce awkwardly after a few moments of silence, not knowing what to say when both men are staring at me expectantly. James turns to face Lando then, but his hand remains resting on my leg, still running his thumb smoothly against my skin keeping me calm.

"We know each other actually." Lando says flatly as he stares at James' hand on my thigh. His jaw is clenched and his expression is broody.

"Wh-what?" I ask with confusion because James didn't mention knowing Lando personally. I glance to James then and he gives me a sheepish look. I'm not sure how I feel about the fact that he didn't tell me that but we'll deal with that later. There are more important matters at hand, like why Lando is even standing in front of me right now.

"You know how it is in the motorsports world babe. Everyone knows everyone." Lando says pointedly at James. What is he trying to insinuate? That James knew who I was before he even approached me and he's being devious for being here with me right now? I mean, he didn't tell me he knew Lando personally, so maybe he was being devious? No. No, this is Lando being jealous or whatever this is. I narrow my eyes at him in annoyance.

"Can I talk to you for a minute, Lando?" I ask angrily as I stand from the booth James and I are sitting at. James' hand falls from my leg when I stand and when I look at him briefly to tell him I'll be right back, he's having some weird staring competition with Lando. I end up walking away without saying anything, annoyed about this whole situation as I walk a few yards away to an alcove near the entrance of the VIP bathrooms. When I turn around Lando is right behind me and I yelp a little because I didn't expect him to be so close. He steps closer towards me and as I try to take a step back from him I end up hitting the wall behind me. His body is now pressing lightly against mine and my stomach dips at his proximity. His scent is overwhelming and I hate how my body and heart react to him.

"So do you really miss me that badly, B? Is he gonna be your newest victim in the "let's pretend this is Lando" game you seem to be playing?" He whispers into my ear and any desire I had for him a moment ago vanishes at his mean and offensive words. I take a deep breath trying to reign in my anger but I fail. The next moment I'm shoving him hard away from me, and pointing my finger into his chest.

"How fucking dare you, Lando! You have no right to be acting this way. I can do whatever the fuck I want, with whoever the fuck I want. You made this happen. You can't be upset with how I'm trying to fix what you broke!" I shout. My eyes are starting to water with tears and I'm trying to blink them away as fast as I can because I will not let myself cry. I am done crying over him.