Past and Present

16

We're getting a Lando POV again, you can listen to this while reading this - Lose It All by Sam Topkins. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3S0xjo8kGnavB2UWuCt5KJ?si=C_xv0OFITtK7uT-ZVPnH8g&pi=a-EFx4uhYbTd-m

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LANDO POV

I woke up earlier than planned partly because the couch is uncomfortable to sleep in and second, I couldn't take my mind off of what Schuyler did last night. Fucking hell, she kissed me.

She kissed me and I just froze.

I get up from the couch to check on her, she's still sleeping soundly on my bed. I crouch on her bed side to watch her sleep. Okay, that's creepy but I can't help stare at her angelic features. She was drunk last night, Lando. That kiss probably meant nothing to her.

But it meant a lot to me.

At least for a moment, I felt like she likes me more than best friends. For a moment, I felt like I actually have a chance with her finally; after all these years. But that feeling was short-lived when she suddenly answered me that she would kick me out if I told her about what almost happened with me and Zak. I felt crushed. Especially when I noticed she was wiping off some tears, did she cry because she regretted kissing me? Or did she cry about something else?

I sigh, "You muppet. You're making it harder for me not to love you." I mumbled softly like a whisper before standing up and giving her forehead a kiss. I decided to post an Instagram story with the song 'lose it all' playing before heading to the bathroom to take a bath and head to the paddock earlier than expected since I don't want to see Schuyler wake up and be awkward with me after that kiss.

After taking a bath and wearing the team kit, I left a note for Schuyler at the bed side table informing her that i'll be heading to the paddock early. As I ride the elevator, I read some of the messages I received from my Instagram story; then I decided to check Twitter and a lot of them are nitpicking my post. Some speculations like if it was about my ex girlfriend, if it was about this rumor going around about me and Schuyler, or about another girl. I sighed because apparently what I posted just started a fire and I fear that from then on, anything I post would be categorized to heartbroken, in love, or another romance-y shit. Just as I got out of the elevator, I received a text from Max.

Max: Okay who hurt you this time?

Lando: I'm heading now to the paddock, let's talk there instead.

Max: Alright, see ya mate.

Thankfully, as soon as I arrived in the paddock there were not a lot of fans and journalists lurking. Everyone expects for the drivers to arrive at a later time; sometimes, I do enjoy going to the paddock this early. Just inhaling the peacefulness of it all, I head straight to the McLaren hospitality up to my driver room and just wait for Max.

I lie down on the massage table that Jon always brings to every race weekend and stare at the ceiling, sighing out loud as I try to grasp everything that happened last night. My whole being feels like it is being electrocuted right now and it's making my insides go haywire.

Her fingers intertwined tightly to mine. Her soft lips against mine.

Just by thinking about it, it's feels like driving an F1 car through a high speed corner. My daydreaming was cut off when I heard the door open. I open my eyes and glance at Max who just walked in.