Nevermind - Tsunoda x Gasly x Ocon

🏎 Chapter 2 🏎

"I'm just gonna stay till you tell me to go
I only wanna hear what I already know
But I just wanna hear it said out loud
"Leave me alone god damn you, get out"."
- Till you tell me to leave - TV girl

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•Pierre's POV•

The next morning.

The sun's rays, streaming through the window, gently wake me up after a night I had no memory of. How long did I sleep? The uncomfortable feeling, caused by my poor position that I slept in, make me wince as I try to sit up in bed. Especially since the clothes I was still wearing from the day before made me uncomfortable. Damn, yesterday was a rough day.

Despite my body being too sleepy to be receptive to fear, I was surprised to see Esteban, looking at his phone about a meter from my bed, in front of the balcony of the luxurious hotel room. That's when I understood where Alpine was putting its money instead of putting it into their cars. Leaning over discreetly, I try to get a view of his phone. I can't read it exactly, but I only see images from yesterday's event. Most of them are about Yuki and me, others seem to wanna blame Esteban for the accident... And then I see tweets about rumors on Max and Charles? (bro wtf?) Still, I haven't forgotten what happened, even if I wish I hadn't remembered it sooner. I gulped before making my presence more obvious. Before even thinking, I snapped, abruptly changing my teammate's facial expression.

"What are you doing here ?" I asked, not even making the effort to hide my dissatisfaction with a frown drawn on my face.

A confused and somewhat stunned look filled the eyes of the French man sitting on the chair.

"I'm checking to make sure you're okay, I was the one who brought you back last night."

"Ok. We're not friends, but that's nice, I guess." I responded with a slightly softer tone, even though my side eye didn't dissapear. I was still too suspicious and resentful to leave this dry and cold tone today.

"Do you want to talk about yesterday?" He said quickly, as if it was a question he had been waiting to ask for decades.

"Why ?"

He looked down at my clothes from yesterday.

"Because I know it's complicated with Yuki. Today is going to be a difficult day for everyone."

Ah, the nerve.

"You don't have to pretend to be worried." I said, cutting him off. I was way too sharp and defensive early in the morning, but it was a valid excuse.

"Why would I do that ? I'm worried about anyone who crashes, obviously I want to know if you're going to handle yesterday's crash."

The room seemed to be filled with more tension now, and I wasn't in the mood for the atmosphere to loose its softness as soon as I wake up. It's already hard enough as it is.

"Are you just worried about the team? Or are you hoping that I spend my nights crying so you're the one who will be more efficient during the races?"

"Do you really think it comes from bad intentions?" Esteban replied, his body language prevented anyone from reading him, it was disturbing.

"Sorry... I'm worried about Su... Yuki. " I look away at the wall in embarrassment.

"Sushi, that's what you call it, right?" His sarcastic tone and narrowed eyes were almost annoying.

"Yeah..." I couldn't think of a comeback for him, even if his sentence was originally harmless.

"Can I ask you a question... ? Are you in a relationship ?"