THE END | Oscar Piastri

44. "Oscar Jack Piastri I will tell your mother!"

Oscar's pov

"I let you stay in my house for the past five days, I let you eat my food. And this is how you repay me?" Savannah crosses her arms in front of her, a slight pout on her lips. She stands in front of me while I sit on her couch.

She's been trying to convince me to go to a party on a private beach for the last five minutes.

"I repaid you in paddock passes." I jokingly pointed out. "Logan offered too, don't flatter yourself." She throws herself onto the couch next to me.

"It's okay, I'll just go alone." She says, a heavy sigh and fake sadness coats her voice. "All the other drivers are going to be there." I point out with a small laugh.

She doesn't answer. She leans her head on my shoulder, picking up my wrist to check my watch. Which reminds me...

I jump up from the couch, giving her a scare. I mumble a sorry and practically run to the guest room. I dig the tiny wrapped box out from the bottom of my bag. I'd forgotten it was in there.

Her head is poking over the back of the couch, resting on the cushions when I emerge from the bedroom. She watches as I take up my spot on the couch again.

She looks curiously at the box in my hands, eyes wide and eyebrows inclined. Her curious look deepened when I handed her the box. She looks up at me, and I gesture towards the wrapped gift.

She places it on the coffee table, carefully undoing the ribbon before diligently taking the wrapping paper off. She lets out a small gaps, leaning back into the couch. "I can't take that." She says, shaking her head.

"Why not?" I was panicking, and I'm sure she could hear that in my voice. "It's way too expensive. I didn't even pay for your present." I didn't ask her how that was possible.

I shake my head, now amused. "I didn't pay for this either. They're a McLaren sponsor." That wasn't true. RM is a sponsor, and I do get discounts, but I still have to pay for part of it.

She takes the watch out of the box, slipping it onto her wrist and looking it over. I can't read her face, I don't know if she likes it.

"It's so pretty." She says in a whisper, her index finger running over the grooves of the band. "Thank you." She looks up at me with bright eyes, the slightest of smiles tugging at the corners of her lips.

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She's mostly been hanging around Logan and his girlfriend, Eva, who we learned lives in Britain, but isn't British. I've forgotten where she's from, though.

I was laying on a lounge chair, making casual talk with Daniel while we both sipped our own drinks. Savannah comes up to us, taking up the empty chair next to me, and lying stomach down on it. "Can you go in the water with me? No one else wants to." She speaks with heavy sadness, though I don't know if it's genuine or if she's playing it up to convince me.

Her white coverup dress flows down to the sand, the light breezes from the ocean skim the material over the sand, moving a few grains.

I look toward Danny. He shrugs with a slight wiggle of his brows. When I turn back to Savannah she has a wide smile on her face, and a hopeful look in her eyes.

"Sure, why not." When I agree, she hops up from the chair, and her coverup is gone before I can even place my glass down.

Her swim suit is a hot pink two piece, the top is held up by two strings on each side. The strings are tied up into cute little bows, sitting on the top of both of her shoulders.