Cropped out - an Oscar Piastri x OC fic

Chapter 9- Pool

Eliana
"Liv he liked ONE of my instagram posts. Don't you find that fucking weird?"

"He was probably out partying and got a bit drunk I don't know"

"Maybe, but he searched for MY profile, scrolled through MY posts, and liked one. That's not drunk behaviour. Is it?"

"You sound awfully a lot like you care."

"No. I do not. I just find it odd. It's odd." I say quickly, nodding my head like I'm trying to convince myself

"Uh huh" she responds, raising her eyebrows at me.

"Don't do this"

"Do what" she asks nonchalantly

I just stare at her through my phone, "you know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Oop, sorry you cut out a bit there! Can you repeat that?" She just grins at me. That little bitch, she knows what's she's doing.

"Livia Margaret Hansley." I can see she's trying not to laugh, but continue anyways. "Do not insinuate that I care about someone who has done nothing but treat me like... like a disrespectful vagabond."

"Okay who are you and why are you using big words."

"Oh shut up. I should've never called you."

"WHOA WHOA WHOA! Sorry." Her lips twitch "it's just, quite funny to me."

"Go on." I say, a face of disdain on my face

"You've got this, may I say, gorgeous man stalking your instagram, and you've told me that you've had multiple steamy-"

"NOT steamy, just... high tension" I interrupt

"Right" she drags out, "High tension moments, and honestly if I was in your position I would've bit the bullet already."

This girl has one thing on her mind at all times I swear to god. Look, I love Livia, but sometimes she doesn't have anything but sex on her mind, and it doesn't help that I haven't slept with anyone in a year. I've been distracted, let's just say that.

We continue talking, digressing on the actual subject and moving onto Liv's life in London and the things she's been up to. I miss her, and I hope I can bring her out to one of the races soon, preferably one where we win so she can go clubbing. Although she'll do that anyways, and probably drag me along.

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I'm still in Bahrain as I don't fly out until Wednesday morning, so have the lovely plan to meet up with Scarlet for lunch and then we're both going to spend time by the pool. I've got on low rise denim shorts and a deep orange cami on, paired with my dusty Air Forces and a shawl to chuck on my shoulders if there's a breeze.

It's 13:15 by the time I walk to the cafe Scarlet said was good, and I notice her straight away, her brown curls reflecting the golden sun. The Middle Eastern sun is doing her gods work, her light brown skin is glowing, compared to her skin from the grey British weather.

"Hey, here she is." She beams at me

I smile as I pull out my chair, "sorry if I'm late"

"Na it's fine, I ordered some water so you can have some if you want."

"Thanks" I grin as I pour myself a glass from the jug on our table

We chat a bit as we wait to order our lunch, when the waiter comes over to ask us what we would like. Scarlet orders a Pad Thai and I order a chicken and avocado salad.