𝘽𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍, max verstappen

chapter twenty.

camila was now getting ready for the after party. lewis had texted her all the details — it was a pretty low-key club, so camila was sure it would be a good time.

after getting dressed, camila booked an uber to take her to the club, sending a quick text to lewis that she was on her way.

once the uber arrived, entering the venue, the thumping bass and vibrant lights welcomed her to the lively atmosphere.

"look who's here!" lewis screamed over the music, him gathered around a large table with almost all the drivers, taking shots.

camila clearly needed to get on their level.

and after countless shots and stupid drinking games, because lando was far too competitive for his own good — camila was most definitely the furtherest thing from sober.

now on the dance floor, the music blasting through the speakers, after lando had shown off his dj skills, lewis now taking his place, he wrapped his arms across daniel and camila's shoulders, the three of them stumbling quite a bit.

"so... cam, what's the deal with you and max?" lando teased, slurring over his words, the music slightly muffling his voice.

sighing, camila took a long sip of her drink, "nothing" she shrugged.

to this, lando huffed out a breath, rolling his eyes playfully, meanwhile daniel was in a fit of laughter, he couldn't help it — he was just a giggly drunk.

"she's lyinggg..." daniel attempted to whisper into lando's ears, the two looking at each other playfully like giddy teenagers.

"am not!" camila defended, giving daniel a push on the shoulder, him pretending that camila had pushed him much harder, playfully screaming out, his body falling into lando's as the pair erupted into another fit of giggles.

"i'm serious" camila slurred, "he's a dick" she spat, a sour expression on her face.

after the way he spoke in her hotel room, camila couldn't stand max. she meant what she said. he was destructive, and if she was anywhere near him he would destroy her too.

camila now felt a presence behind her, a tall figure leaning over her. "that's not what you used to say sweetheart" max whispered, his hot breath fanning on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

camila turned her head, a scowl on her face as she glared up and down, a smirk however present on max's face. and camila wanted to wipe it off so badly.

but max knew what he was doing, he just wanted to piss camila off; he too — unable to stand her anymore.

because camila was afraid of everything, she could never be selfless, she was only caring for herself. she had made that clear when she had spoken to max.

now, knowing that he obviously had meant nothing to camila, as she had said so herself, what harm could a little bit of games use?

because camila had been playing a meaningless game with max, and now it was his turn.

the sound of the music began to wash away, as camila and max stared into one another's eyes — with nothing but anger. not compassion, not admiration, nothing. nothing but pure and burning rage. none of what their eyes used to share could be seen anymore.

"that's a cute top max" daniel piped up awkwardly, a attempt to brightly change the subject as him and lando looked at the pair; faces inches away, fists clenched, pure hatred. that's what they could see now.

camila could feel her irritations only growing stronger. so, she she attempted to brush past max, he however, placed his hands on camila's waist firmly, stopping her escape.