Racing Through My Thoughts

Chapter Twenty-Four: Thrown Out

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--Evelyn's POV--

I turn in bed looking at Lando's face in the morning light peaking through the window. There's a cut on his forehead that was blocked by his hair last night, "Stop staring," he whispers as he opens his eyes with that smile he always has. His eyes dance around my face as he takes in all my features that are knitted together worried about him.

"Why won't you talk to me? Do Carlos or Oscar at least know?" I ask needing something to ease the feeling. I can tell he's frustrated by me asking constantly but if the roles were reversed I would hope he would show this level of concern. He sits up in bed and pushes the sheet off him as he stands up. His back muscles flex as he bends down to put on the pants that he was wearing last night. The bruise from his ribs has extended from whatever the hell happened last night, "I'm going to ask them so don't lie to me," I tell him making him turn around.

"It's none of their business and it isn't yours either. Just lay off me we met four months ago and you're acting like you know everything about me," he says making my lips shut as he looks at the way I hold my legs to my chest. I stand up from the bed and see him clench his jaw as I walk out of my bedroom. I open the door and throw his shoes out as he looks at me narrowing his eyes.

"You're right. I don't know anything. Go fuck yourself," I tell him as he walks past me and I slam the door behind him. I run my hand over my face feeling like I could cry as Charles walks out from Kyla's room.

"Was that Lando?" he asks sounding concerned as he looks at me confused, "Are you okay?" He asks as I nod my head walking back to my room feeling frustrated. I take my phone out as I lay back down and see the pictures I took of everyone last night. The last one I took was of Max and me smiling while holding champagne glasses. My favorite of the night has to be the video of Alex shoving the bottle caps in Logan's pants. I turn onto my stomach and see a couple of messages. most are drunk texts from Kyla telling me she hoped I got home safe. I see one from an unknown contact and open it seeing a picture of Max and me screaming the lyrics of whatever song is playing. 

Evelyn: I'm assuming this is Verstappen?

Max: Woah how did you guess?

Evelyn: Took a shot in the dark

Max: Was Lando passed out when you got back?

Evelyn: No he ditched the gala and I came back to him beaten up on my couch and then refused to tell me and then we got in this huge fight and I kicked him out

Evelyn: sorry I didn't mean to rant, you probably don't care

Max: I spent most of our time together last night talking about my relationship problems so I'm all ears

I take a long sip of my coffee before going into detail about everything that happened last night. Max is stunned as he sits back with his arms crossed over his chest, "What the hell could he have been doing?" he asks as I shrug my shoulders having absolutely no idea.

"The day before yesterday I did see him getting into a van with some sketchy-looking people but I just figured they were friends," I tell him as he purses his lips for more information, "They got into a car and sped off. I didn't really see anything". 

"Does Carlos know?" He asks and I shake my head, "I don't know what to do. On one hand, fuck you for speaking to me like that after I helped you recover from your accident, and on the other, if he's in trouble I don't want to just walk away," I explain. I lean on the table and watch as he gives me an amused smile.

"What could little Lando Norris have gotten himself into?" He asks as I shake my head in disbelief. I have no idea what to do now.