Racing Through My Thoughts

Chapter Forty-Two: Red Bull

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—Evelyn's POV—

Lando's apartment is pitch black besides the small glow of light coming from his at home gym. Music is blasting through the house making it hard to hear my own thoughts. After placing what I brought to the side, I walk towards the light and push the door open seeing him training with a punching bag. His arms look toned as he throws targeted punches. The race early yesterday morning was his second DNF, the first being his accident. A guttural groan leaves his lips making my eyes widen as he throws his gloves onto the floor. When he turns around and sees me he looks annoyed. He quickly grabs his phone turning the music off making it eerily silent, "Lando, it wasn't your fault," I tell him as his chest rises and falls at a rapid pace.

His tongue juts out wetting his lips as he bites his lower lip, "It doesn't matter. I'm giving up too many points," he says.

"Alex's car slammed into yours from across the track. You couldn't have done anything to stop it," I assure him as I walk closer so he will look at me, "It sucks and I understand being angry but your interviews," I say trailing off. He clenches his jaw as he thinks about everything for the hundredth time that day.

"I think you should go home. I'll call you tomorrow," he says making my face flash with hurt before respecting his request.

"I brought some food. I'll leave it in the fridge," I tell him as I debate hugging him. I choose against it and walk out to grab my keys from the front table.

The drive back to the apartment was quiet and when I walked in I saw Kyla and Charles making out on the couch...jumping out the window started looking nicer. Kyla jumps off of him and stands with her hands on her hips as I give them an awkward smile, "I thought you were going to Lando's?" She asks.

"I was but now I'm here...I'll be in my room," I whisper moving past the shirtless man leaning on my favorite blanket. I walk back over pulling it from behind him and then walk to the bedroom. I wrap myself in a cocoon and grab the secret stash of candy from my nightstand. I turn to YouTube and my entire recommended section is about yesterday's race. Every fan account is speculating about new beef between the 2019 rookies. George was even asked about it but he politely changed the conversation. My phone vibrates on my bed and I see Max's contact pop up.

Maxi-pad: we are celebrating my win, where are you?

Evelyn: in my bed and how am I supposed to know you're clubbing right now?

Maxi-pad: I'm always clubbing. Get your ass down here I'm picking you up in ten

Evelyn: you can't be serious?

Maxi-pad: nine minutes and forty-nine seconds

Evelyn: ALRIGHT DAMN

I jump out of bed and look in the mirror debating if this is a good idea. Just cause Lando kicked me doesn't mean I can't have a good night. Sometimes people need alone time but for me I need a jack and coke in my hand. I knock on my door to leave my room and hear the couple laughing telling me to come in, "Woah? New dress?" Kyla asks.

I smile as I look at my shoes, "maybe. I needed some retail therapy after work this week," I tell her.

"Who needs money anyways?" She shrugs, "Wait, so you came back here to go back out with Lando?" She asks confused.

"No, Lando needed some time alone so I came back here to watch a movie or something and then Max texted me," I tell them grabbing my lipgloss from the kitchen. I left it in the junk drawer when we had people over last.