all eyes on you - carlos sainz jr F1

27

"You owe me one hundred and fifty pounds." I hear a voice whisper.

"No way, we made that deal when I was drunk!" A hurried voice replies and I open my eyes to see Sarah and Lando with their heads poking into the bedroom. "Fuck! She's waking up! Go-"

"Hello, Sarah," I mutter and she laughs awkwardly.

"Hello, sorry to wake you. We just wanted to check you made it home safe but it's nice to see you got acquainted with the other Ferrari driver!" She says, her voice still quiet.

I look over my shoulder and Carlos is still snoring up a storm, his arm still draped over my side as he pulls me closer. "What can I say, I like this one much more."

Lando looks at me and almost sizes me up. "Yeah me too, be nice to him. He deserves it."

His look is solemn and I offer him a small smile. "I know,"

"She deserves it too." Sarah snaps hurriedly and Lando shoots her a smirk.

"So do you...." He says as he leans in closer to her. Sarah's cheeks flush and she shakes her head.

"Sorry guys, but would it be okay if you all..." I gesture to them leaving. "I am very scantily dressed and don't feel like exposing myself to Lando just yet."

"Well, Sarah too," Lando says, shrugging. Sarah snorts.

"No, I've seen her butt naked before." Sae turns to me, "Just don't forget, press conference. Two hours. Track." She says simplifying it so I remember the keywords, not the details. She turns back to Lando and pats him on the cheek. "Come on British boy, let's head out," Sarah says clapping him on the back.

"Ow. That hurt." He complains.

"Not as much as your pride when you pay me that one hundred and fifty pounds!" Sarah says laughing as they leave.

Carlos stirs behind me and I wish more than anything that I could go back to sleep.

"Mm, Cami?" Carlos mumbles and his scratchy morning voice makes me go flush.

"Mm, Carlos?" I ask back and he shifts.

"Was tha Lando and Sarah?" He asks, sticking his head up and I hold back a snicker as his hair, his gorgeous thick hair, sticks up in all directions.

"Yup, press in two hours. They were checking I was okay." I say, shutting my eyes and pulling the duvet up to my chin.

"So they saw us..." He says and I open one eye.

"Yes?" I ask, confused.

"Even though you said you wanted to keep things private. That doesn't bother you?" He asks and I sit up, panicked.

"I guess- Well. It's Sarah and Lando, who are they going to tell?" I ask, holding the duvet to my bare chest.

"Charles..." Carlos mutters quietly.

"Oh! I uh- I didn't think about that." I mutter. "But he wouldn't care, we're not actually..." I gesture between us. "You know?"

Carlos frowns. "Oh, right. Just sex..." He trails off.

"Just sex..." I confirm.

We stare at each other and there is so much unsaid in my gaze and his own that I hold my breath. I wait for him to change his mind, for him to deny and say that he wanted more but he rolls his shoulders back and climbs out of my bed, taking part of my heart with him.

My chest hurts as he walks to the shower next door and I lie back down and let one tear slip out before I curse myself and pull the covers back over my head.

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After Carlos has slipped out of my room, I shower and make up the bed as best as I can. It's silly, but I don't like the idea of people cleaning up after me. I'm aware that housekeeping tidies the room I like to leave mine a little tidier, even if it's only a little bit.

I give myself half an hour to get ready, wash my hair, and give myself time to look presentable and nice. The process becomes a little confusing as I end up crying off my makeup thrice, for reasons that I don't know. 

Because I work myself up so much I end up only having five minutes until I have to be at the track. Sarah is waiting outside my door when I come out, she looks up at me and immediately notices my bloodshot eyes. 

"Oh babe...hookup not end to good?" She asks and I force a smile. 

"I don't know what you mean, Sarah. Let's go down to the track, okay?" I say and she squeezes my arm as we walk down the stairs to the entrance. 

George is waiting for us downstairs and she smiles. "Perfect! You're only..." She looks down at her watch. "20 minutes behind schedule." 

I shake my head. "There was an absolute nightmare in the bathroom, George. I had to make myself look pretty." 

She rolls her eyes with affection, "You always look pretty, Cam."

I shudder. "Not according to the internet," I mutter. 

Sarah rolls her eyes, with less affection. "Well, as far as I'm concerned the internet can go fuck itself. It is a self-imploding piece of shit. I hope one day everybody wakes up  and realizes that it's toxic." Sarah says as she slides into the car. 

"So philosophical." I tease and she laughs. 

"Only for you." She teases back, I loop my arm through hers and put my head on her shoulder as the car drives away from the hotel. 

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i love sarah and malena.