VIPER || Oscar Piastri

Chapter 37

[POV: Oscar Piastri]

I'm going insane.

"Andi, I swear to you," I said, again, with my head in my hands as I sat on the kerbside, "There is not a singular scratch on your car."

It was like I was invisible; Despite my continuous efforts to make her stop and actually trust me, Andi continued to inspect every inch of her car with very serious precision.

"There are no smudges," I said, "no stains or scuffs. There are no marks, no dents and no grazes." I pushed my palms together in a prayer-like manner, "I promise. I pinky promise, even. Your car is fine."

Again, I was practically invisible. She continued to circle her car for the fourth time.

I sighed, "I'd have left the country if I did anything to it!" letting a rising irritation hint my tone. "I wouldn't be here right n—"

"You're right," she stated - the first word she'd uttered since we left my hotel room. "You wouldn't be here right now. You'd be—

"Dead," we said in unison. "I know," I sighed once more; This wasn't the first time Andi had said those exact words in relation to any 'harm' being done to her car, as she called it.

Finally, she paused. "Alright, come on," she gestured, getting into the driver's seat.

I got up off of the pavement, stretched my arms out and—

"OSCAR!"

Stopped.

It was never a good thing when Andi yelled your name like that. I hesitated by the passenger door, looking in through the window instead — this was much safer.

"My rear-view mirror is completely off! Why would you move it?" She asked as she fidgeted with the mirror, trying to put it right again.

I replied, "Uh, oh, I don't know, to see?" which was way more sassy than I'd expected. I cleared my throat, hoping she hadn't caught what I'd said, and tried to explain further: "I'm taller than you, so I needed to—"

"Next time, duck down!" She sighed aggressively, sitting back in her seat after having moved the rear view mirror back to its original position.

I got in as well, and...

Neither of us spoke for a good twenty minutes. I've figured out that Andi doesn't speak first, then she probably doesn't want to speak at all. So, as a general rule, I avoid starting conversations with her, especially when she grips her steering wheel as tight as she was in this moment.

But then, she broke the silence.

"Oscar..." she basically whispered.

I hummed, not even turning my head to face her as I hadn't expected any kind of speech.

"Where... did you sleep?"

This time my head did turn.

"What?" I replied instantly, brows closing in on themselves.

"Last night. Where did you sleep?" She asked again; her tone wasn't clear. She seemed relatively relaxed, but at the same time she could've been completely shaken to the point of freezing.

"In... my bed?" was my answer.

Andi suddenly took her eyes off of the road ahead to face me; clearly startled. Her eyes widened and her lips parted for a moment before she must've pulled herself together.

"What? Was I not allowed to?"

"...No, that's... fine," she shook her head and turned away, readjusting her hands on the steering wheel.