LIGHTS OUT 'lando norris

Chapter Five

The traffic light built into the track beamed red.

Cameras lined the track, small go pros strapped to each of our karts, one facing the track and the other facing the driver. I gave the camera a small wave before flicking the visor of my helmet down.

Orange.

Green.

The karts reved alive.

They were slow in comparison too the karts we'd all grown up on, they were also far more erratic than the ones from our pasts. Not built to be driven by professionals. With each corner the karts skidded and rocked making things entirely more interesting. I could hear Charles laughing as he sped past me.

"Later Emi!" He yelled almost wiping me out when he took the inside of the corner.

"Screw you Charlie!" I yelled back laughing when his kart started dramatically zig zagging down the straight.

"What the hell!" Charles yelled trying to get a hold of his kart.

"Later!" I mocked him as I passed his troublesome kart, in return he swore loudly and quickly yelled an apology to the crew who would be scolding him for swearing. After all this was supposed to be for all age viewers.

Carlos was far behind us all. To be fair his kart was much slower than the rest of ours I didn't feel bad seeing as he chose that one specifically for its number - 69. Which he of course thought was hilarious and made me question his age.

Lando was first, just inches in front of me. Every time I made a move to get around him he'd swerve in front of my kart ensuring he was always in front of me. Quietly I murmured curses under my breath.

Move the fuck out of my way.

Maybe I was taking it slightly too seriously, but the thought of that intoxicating smirk on his face made my skin itch. No way in hell was I letting him win. All sane thoughts disappeared from my mind when I looked to the rubber padding around the karts and along the track. This track was designed for people accidentally ramming into each other and the walls... what's the difference with purposeful ramming? I attempted to swerve around him one last time but once again being met with his back as he blocked me.

Here goes nothing.

I floored the accelerator. My head lurched forward as my kart slammed into the back of his. His kart swerving chaotically from the impact making him spin out, and off I went breezing past him. "Whoops clumsy me!" I yelled, turning over my shoulder to see him parked and flipping the finger at me. I laughed loudly and sped off to the finishing line.

I pulled the helmet from my head, my hair falling from the twist Peeta had put it in when she slipped the helmet over my head. Sweat coated my neck and chest, god Spain was hot right about now. I zipped the suit down pulling my arms from the sleeves and tying it around my waist. A broad smile plastered on my face, my cheeks quickly started aching from the result of my victory. With my hands braced on my hips I watched the other three finish, Charles in second, Lando third and Carlos... well lets just say his kart didn't make it past the finish line. Charles was still laughing by the time he peeled his helmet off.

"What else was I supposed to do! It was quicker to run the goddamn track, stupid kart," Carlos muttered hitting Charles softly. I could see Jen in the corner of my eye, arms crossed posture rigid and her face etched with anger. Her eyes widened when I looked to her, I mouthed a quick sorry nodding vigorously. For a second I'd forgotten what was on the line. The cameras were on us seconds later.

Lando finally pulled his helmet off, his curls sticking to his forehead. The sweat on his forehead half glistening in the light. My skin felt hot and itchy whilst I watched him drag a hand through his hair.

Stop getting distracted.

Career is on the line.

I forced that bright smile back to my face when I walked over to Lando, "I didn't hurt you did I? Really sorry that was a total accident," I said rubbing the back of my neck, smiling apologetically at him. His eyes squinted at me with confusion, until his eyes flicked to the camera zooming in on the two of us.

"You just made a boring race interesting, good job on the win," he replied smiling brightly. He'd never smiled at me like that before, obviously he knew if he were to be rude it would just cause troubles for him. But still my stomach stirred at the sight and I couldn't help but notice the dots of green scattered amongst the blue of his eyes. And the way his eyes wrinkled when he smiled brightly. And the gap in his teeth which I thought almost looked cute. God maybe I was dying from heat exhaustion of something.

I couldn't stomach a response. It seemed my thoughts had gone haywire, my skin was so itchy. Was it the suit, suppose it did look old, it was definitely the suit. I attempted to convince myself. My cheeks felt warm, but that was obviously from the Spanish heat. I turned from Lando seeing Jen in the corner of the room with a small smile and thumbs up pointed subtly to me. I mustered up a small smile back to her, even though it was slightly shaky.

Things were wrapped up fairly quickly, our staff desperate to get us drivers back to ensure we were well rested as Jen said.

"You know I didn't expect you to literally run me off the road," he was far too close as per usual, my body slightly jumping at the sound his voice behind me. I'd been entirely zoned out staring at the setting sun whilst the other drivers and staff got ready to leave, that was until his voice sounded from behind me. I spun around.

"Well I knew I couldn't do it on the real track so I had to settle for this," I smiled at him sweet and fake. "Still it satisfied me enough," my hands crossed over my chest, my chin tilting up to appear taller as I always did when I was near him.

"I'm happy I could help satisfy you, although wasn't the method I had in mind," he winked with a smirk.

My lips curled in disgust, "I promise you, you'd never be able to satisfy me," I rolled my eyes, "you might be good on the track but I'm sure that's where your talent ends." He was a great driver, even I could admit that. He was good at pretty much everything he did and attractive. And well you can't be good at everything so he must be awful in bed. At least I tried to convince myself of that fact but something inside me knew that had to be false. After all he was known to be a ladies man.

He huffed, "Whatever helps you sleep at night love," he patted me twice on the bicep and brushed past me. I turned and watched him disappear into the black van that hadn't been there minutes ago.

Prick.

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