Racing Through My Thoughts

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Dance Battle

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--Evelyn's POV--

The guys raced in Britain two days prior. Lando placed P12 which isn't good for him. Charles is on top of the world after placing first. Max came second and Carlos came third. Oscar placed another P4. I've been sitting in bed rewatching the race trying to figure out what he's going wrong. I missed it cause I was working late at the office and I hated it. I hated missing the last one. My phone rings beside me making me jump so I quickly answer it without looking at the caller ID.

"Evie," Oscar cheers clearly drunk. I laugh as I sit up in bed excited to hear this conversation, "You should come to the club. You're so fun to party with," he says as the phone gets ripped from his hands.

"Evie, Evie, Evie," Kyla chants as I laugh not even knowing she went out tonight, "Lando won't shut up about you. It's Evelyn's so pretty, or Evelyn hates me," she says making me close my eyes hearing the music in the background. For the next ten minutes the two of them keep trying to convince me to come out.

I can't believe I'm here. I pull the hem of my dress down and step inside trying to find them. A hand touches my waist and I see it's a drunk Max, "Lando's this way," he whispers. I take his hand and pull him towards everyone so I can see how badly he dances again. I shake my head and tell him I'm not here for Lando.

"AHHH ITS EVIE," Kyla yells wrapping her arms around me. I gasp as Oscar wraps me in a hug making the hair leave my body. I laugh as he pulls away leaving his arm on my shoulder. Kyla says she's going to get me a drink but I don't have time to tell her I'm not drinking. She even drags Max away as he looks scared.

"How are you feeling?" I ask as he smiles down at me. His eyes are hooded and his smile is wide, he looks like a cat. He takes my hand and twirls me around to the music making me laugh.

"I got P4 and you never texted me congrats," he says.

"I was actually just watching the race. I didn't have time when it was live, but congrats 81," I tell him as he moves with the music. Kyla comes back with Charles and the drunken Monegasque jumps in excitement, holy crap they are all like children when drunk. This is so entertaining. She hands me the vodka cran before Charles slams his lips into hers. Oscar and I turn away laughing as we get off the dance floor.

"This way," he says bringing me to the VIP section. I follow him blindly and then I see Lando sitting in a booth with a drink in his hand. Oscar pushes me forward and slams the door shut blocking my way out. I push my hand on the door but it doesn't budge.

"Evelyn?" He asks standing up. His movements are sloppy as he moves closer, "What are you doing here?" He asks as I close my eyes realizing how dumb I am.

"Our friends are very adamant on us getting back together," I tell him sitting on a small bench by the door. I quickly chug the drink Kyla got me and feel the cushion dip from him sitting down.

"I can't say I'm against it," he says as I shake my head.

"This isn't fair to me. None of this is. I shouldn't be locked in here with you when it's your fault we broke up," I tell him.

He stays silent before putting his drink down on the ground, "I'm serious about us being friends. I know you can't trust me right now but I miss hearing your voice," he says as he stands up. He puts his hand out for me and I look at him confused as I put my hand in his. He pulls me closer and it's like our bodies were made for each other. The way his arm wraps around my waist and my head rests on his chest, "Nothing romantic...just friends," he says like it pains him.