18- Fast Car

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LUCY POV

I drove Lando round, the whole night. He kept yelling directions, I blindly followed. I was using the car to its full potential and he was shitting himself.

"Never again!" He told me, whilst snatching the keys. He wobbled all the way to the lobby, to where the other 4 were sat. "What do you mean never again?" Carlos was amused. "Never again am I stepping foot in a car, driven by that lass, EVER again." He sat down looking very sea sick, to the other guys amusement. "Oh quit your moaning, I barely touched the accelerator." I laughed. "You were doing 180mph through the tunnels!" I liked winding him up. "So? You've gone faster!" I retorted. "Yes, on a track! I need a drink, you Mercedes drivers are gonna be the death of me." He had his head in his hands. "Baby." I chuckled.

"Try not to drink too much, cabron. Your plane leaves early." He sighed. "Oh are you all leaving?" I don't know why that made me sad. "Yeah we fly out to Melbourne tomorrow to spend a week there." Max spoke up. "Oh, well I'll have to meet you there, I'm still here for a week." I tried not to sound too sad. All 5 of them turned their heads towards the door, Max, George and Lando all tensed. I followed their gazes. It was Dylan. He was walking over to me and he looked mad.

I felt an arm round my side, it was George. I didn't even see him get up, I just froze. "Get your hands off my girl." He said still approaching. "I'm not your girl!" I managed to muster. "Moo, you need to stop all this shit and come with me." I reached for me. George blocked him, "she's not going anywhere with you." He hissed. I heard a seat move, I looked at Max, but it wasn't him, he wasn't even looking, he meant what he said. It was Charles. Dylan followed my gaze, "Oh, so I see you fucked it with Max too, where's your protector now princess" he stepped closer. "I told you, you're nothing without me, no one else will ever want you, you're damaged goods." George stepped infront of me, Dylan had the smarts to stop.

"Oh so you've taken over now?" He laughed. "Max didn't want you, so you go to the Mercedes star boy." I don't know who this is but it's not the Dylan I know. I looked at Max who was starting to get annoyed now, he was looking up at the situation unfolding. "I don't blame you Max, I wouldn't want her either, she's disgusting and depressing, the only thing she was ever good for was a quick shag!" I felt my body moved back by George's, his arms still around me behind him. I peaked my head round him to see, Max had Dylan's shirt wrapped round his hands, as he was being pushed against a wall.

"Don't you ever, fucking say that shit about her again. You're a low life r*pist, who can't hold onto the most precious things, life has given you. You're the disgusting one if you can't see how utterly perfect she actually is, why she put up with you so long I'll never know, you don't deserve to breathe the same air as her, so do us all a favour and stop breathing!" I was stunned, is that really what Max thinks of me? Why did he take so long to react? "Now, if I ever see you again, I'll make good of my last comment." Max let go of him and Dylan walked off.

Everything must have got to me, because it wasn't long before I felt my knees give way, George picked me up and held me bridal style, "come on love, let's get you upstairs." They all stood up and followed us to George's room, where he placed me on the bed.

I walked to the balcony, I needed a cigarette, the past week was spinning through my head. Max with his words, George with his demeanour and Lando with his effort, how is it possible to be falling for 3 guys you barely know? All I know is this I going to get messy, especially if Lando is right and everyone feels the same towards me, but how do I pick? They're all so different from each other and so different from Dylan. I was pulled from my thoughts by my phone dinging, it was Dylan he was beating me again.

Dylan: Please come back, I miss you I'm sorry.
Dylan: I know you're seeing these, why ignore me?
Dylan: They can't keep you forever Moo

I don't want to think about the other threats, it all just feels too much, I sighed, I heard the door open, "You okay?" It was Max, "Just Dylan, I keep blocking him but he keeps messaging me." Max held his hand out, I showed him the messages. He threw the phone through the room, to the wall. The others just stared, "I'll buy you a new one. A better one." I was in shock, "you do know I could've have just bought a new SIM card right?" He shrugged "Oh well." How was he so nonchalant? Then again he's a racing driver, I don't think he needs to worry about money.

"Look about earlier, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap and I didn't mean anything I said, I just get so angry sometimes and I just snap, I know I shouldn't, I know you don't deserve it, I'm just really sorry." He looked so upset. "Maxi, it's okay, I forgive you. I saw how you reacted earlier." He cut me off "That's the other thing, of course I'll be there if you ever need, I was so stupid to say I wouldn't, but when he was saying all that shit about you, I just got so mad because, I don't want anyone thinking that way about you and I don't want you thinking that way, because it's lies."

I hugged him, "Thank you Max." He hugged me back, it was such a tight hug, with his head in my neck, he sighed and gave my neck a kiss. "Come on let's go in." What is it with drivers and kissing me?

"Lu, can I have a word?" George pulled me into the bathroom. "What's up with the secrecy?" I asked. "Nothing, I just wanted to ask you something." "Ermmm sure?" He sighed "nothing bad, I was just thinking, I can't leave you here because of Dylan so I wanted to know, will you come with me on my plane to Melbourne?" Well there's a surprise. "What?! Are you sure? Yes! I'd love to go on a private plane!" He smiled with relief, we hugged and as I went to pull back, he leaned in. Our lips crashed together, perfectly mirroring. "Sorry, I just really wanted to do that." He blushed "Don't apologise"

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