𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ~ | 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯

033 || Him

His grip on my wrist was firm but not enough to hurt me. He was always very carefull of that. I was surprised to see that he had led me to his trailer. His expression was unreadable.

I was begining to feel the cold seep into my bones and shivered. I now wished I had listened to Bea and put on a jacket. As soon as we were inside he turned to me.

Was that worry in his eyes? 

No, don't be naive.

"Are you okay?" He asked. His eyes scaned my body for any marks or burises. I swallowed the lump in my throat, putting my arms around my middle.

"Yeah. Fine." I didn't look him in the eye. I couldn't face it.

"Don't lie."

"I'm not. I said I'm fine." I snapped. I realised too late how rude I sounded. Max looked a little taken aback by my tone. I felt bad. He had just been asking a simple question.

"I-I mean... I'm okay. Thanks for asking." I quickly corrected myself. He nodded. "Good job on the podium." I tried to start a conversation. He just looked at me.

"I'm still glad Lando won though." I kept trying. He eyed me, his eyes somehow getting colder with every word I said. Then he turned around and went over to a cupboard. I gulped. "Are you coming to celebrate with us?" I asked. No reply.

He kept rummaging through some things. I began to get annoyed with him. was really trying to be nice and start a conversation. I didn't even know why I was here in the first place. Why did he act like he cared and then turn cold? Was he doing it on purpose to hurt me?

"This is kidnapping." I commented, trying one last time.

"You're right. You are a child." He muttered, letting go of my hand and walking away to a cupboard. I glanced around. He kept his trailer quite tidy. For some reason it didn't surprise me.

"I'm not a child." I scolwed. He shot me a glance over his shoulder.

"You act like one." He turned back to what he was doing. What was he doing? I took a couple steps closer, trying to have a peek over his shoulder. "You're dripping on my floor." He turned around, looking at the puddle I had left behind.

"And?" I raised an eyebrow. That seemed to annoy him. He opened a different cupboard and pulled out a large black shirt. He held it out for me. I didn't move.

"Put it on." He ordered. I shivered at his tone but still didn't move. He took a step closer. "Hawke. I'm telling you for the last time, stop pushing my patience. Put it on now, ot I'll do it for you." His voice was low and dangerous. I wetted my lips, my mouth feeling dry. His eyes flashed down but quickly tore them away.

"Fine. But you have to turn around." I snatched the shirt from his hand. A flicker of satisfaction crossed his features.

"Lifeje, that shirt it pretty transparent. I can see everything already." He smirked. I pushed him away by his chest.

"Stop looking then!" I gasped, covering my chest area, that I now relised had become very transparent with the water. I looked down and sure enough, you could see my lacey red bra almost perfectly. I bet my cheeks were the same colour.

"I don't want to." He chuckled. I scowled at him and pulled the shirt a bit, unsticking it from my body.

"Just do it, you abnormally seized pain in the ass." I snapped. He raised his hands in surrened and turned around. As soon as his back was facing me, I pulled off my shirt soaking shirt. Only then did I realise that I was still to wet to put anything on. I cleared my throat.

"Max, do you mabe have-" I began hesitantly.

"Here." He handed me a towel over his shoulder. I let out a quiet sigh of relief.

"Thanks..." I took it and dried myselt off as well as I could. I also realised that my bra was also soaked through.

"Are you done yet? I'm getting bored." He groaned.

"Hell of an attention span you've got there, Verstappen." I shook my head to myself. "Don't turn around. I swear if you do-" I bagan to warn him as I saw his head move a little to the side. He put his arms up with a small laugh.

"Okay, okay, jeeze." He crossed his arms.

I quietly unclipped my bra and placed it next to my shirt on a bench nearby. Then I slipped the shirt over my head. It was obviously too big, but it was better than my soaking wet one, so I wouldn't complain.

"Okay." I said, slipping my arms through and adjusting it a little. He let out a sigh and turned around. His eyes raked over me. I felt a wave of doubt.

"What? Am I still showing something?" I asked, looking down. He shook his head as if to clear it.

"Nevermind. Nothing." He dismissed it, leaving my curiosity screaming in frustration. I pursed my lips. There was a long silence.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you know Lily?" I asked. I had been batteling in my mind whether to ask. He looked up.

"Why?" He frowned.

"No reason. I was just curious. You seem really close with her." I shrugged. "Also, she seemed to like you, which I find fascinating." I added quickly. His eyes darkened.

"Here we go with the whole no one has ever loved you thing. I thought you learned your lesson last time." He snapped. I don't know why his voice stung me. But it did. I was used to it.

Today, it hurt.

"I'm sorry, my lesson?" I straightened.

"Are you going deaf as well? Yes." He replied. "I told you not to talk about my family."

"I didn't even bring up Kelly!" I raised my voice defensively.

"Now you did. So, I suggest you shut that fucking mouth of yours. Or do you want to take another trip down memory lane?" He got to his feet, straightening to his full height. I glared at him.

"You fucking say another word ever again about my father," I began, my voice shaking with anger.

How did he always manage to get a rise out of me so quickly? How did everything change so fast? One second he's giving me his shirt, and the next we're at each other's throats once more.

"Or you'll what? Cry?" He sneered.

"I can't believe I ever even considered changing my mind about you." I shook my head, and my jaw clanched tightly in anger. "Every time I think that maybe you are not just a selfish, arrogant, entitled dickhead, you just prove me wrong."

"Then don't change your mind about me. I'm certainly not changing my mind about you." He snarled back.

"Every time I think that maybe, just maybe, you might actually give a shit about me, and every time you go, do something like this." I felt my anger ebbing away to be replaced with something worse. Hurt.

"I don't care about you. I never did. Never will." His words cut me deeper than I even expected they could. "When will you get it through your thick fucking skull? You mean nothing to me."

I felt tears welling behind my eyes but refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. With a last glare, I turned and marched out of the trailer, slamming the door hard behind me.

He can go fuck himself.

I wanted to rip his stupid shirt off me. And I would've if it hadn't been the only thing I had to wear. And also if it wasn't so goddam comfortable.

It smelled like... him.

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Sorry for the short chapter, but I did post two so... all forgiven?

What are we thinking so far? 

Love you all!

Kat 🧡