Hate You - LN

4 - Devin

I park my car in the marina parkade and walk the block down to the docks. Back at my apartment, I'd quickly thrown on my most comfortable high-waisted bikini that covered the scar on my hip and grabbed an oversized linen shirt to drape over it. I stashed away my phone, charger and towel in my small beach bag and clipped my car keys to an inside zipper in the bag. I didn't need to be like Charles and drop things into the marina waters. Because of the amount of superyachts in the marina, the entire cove was deep. If you dropped something, there was no getting it back. It was the reason my car only had one key fob. I'm sure if someone was brave enough to subba dive under all the boats they would be rich. I walked out onto the docks, quickly twisting my freshly washed hair into a hair clip and lowered my sunglasses over my eyes. I'd been on Charles' boat hundreds of times so I knew how to navigate the marina maze to find it.

The sun was now at its hottest part in the sky and I found myself cherishing the slick sweat it left on my skin. The last days of winter break. The last days of peace before all hell breaks loose with Lando and McLaren. Hopefully, Zak was right in assuming I'll be mainly working with the rest of the McLaren team and not just Lando. Head physiotherapists deal with everyone on the road, not just the drivers. So hopefully the mechanics or hell, media team, need me more than Lando does. Doubtful. But the less amount of contact with him the better. I can't let myself be pulled into him again. Or rather, laid beneath him.

Reaching Charles' boat I look up at the massive floating trophy of luxury. The yacht is two stories high with a rooftop deck and has a bunch of different couches and sunbeds to lounge on. On the first floor alone there is a king-size sleeper, a full kitchen and a bathroom. A few times in the past during the winter break when Lorenzo, Arthur, Charles and I have all been back in Monaco we've gone out on the ocean for a day or two. Happy to crash on couches and drink too much while we caught each other up on our lives. We haven't had nights like that in a while now, a part of me misses it.

"Devin!" a loud voice called and I looked up at the top deck to see Pierre. Charles' best friend and another person I've known for many years. "Kika made you a drink!" he yelled, motioning with his arm to come up the stairs.

"I thought Alex was making my drink?" I yelled back, taking off my shoes and stepping onto the boat.

I looked up to see Kika lean over the railing showing her contagious bright white smile. "What's wrong with me making you a drink?" she joked, mocking offence.

"You usually add too much tequila," I said. Kika smiled back and motioned me to join them much like Pierra had. "Charles you want the ropes untied?" I asked loud enough so he could hear me, assuming he was up top with the others.

"Oui s'il vous plait!" I heard a yell back so I got to quickly untying the ropes at the back of the boat and piling up on the deck.

Once everything was all disconnected I yelled back. "Vous êtes doué!"

"Merci!"

The engine fired up at the back of the boat and I watched as the water rippled and toil angrily against the docks at the marina before the boat began to drift away from its confines. Turning away from the docks I started climbing the stairs up the side of the boat towards my friends. The stairs are somewhere between actual stairs and a ladder, it's a miracle nobody has ever fallen down them.

Quickly I reached the highest floor on Charles' yacht and was greeted with the happy faces of Pierre, Alex, Kika and Charles. The latter who was sitting at a special capitans chair and not underneath the shade of the small awning that covered the lounge area where the others sat. Idiot, he'd going to be as red as his car sitting in the sun like that. Kika got up from her seat as soon as she saw me and handed me a colourful drink, no doubt one of her famous concoctions.