Rivalry

Chapter XI

                       Lando's POV

I walked into the elevator of my apartment building. I put my back against the wall, tilted my head back, and let a sharp breath out.

Shit i've just ruined everything.

My head was spinning. I was still a little buzzed. I opened the door to my flat and immediately went to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and downed it. After letting out a frustrated sigh, i leaned against the counter, ran a hand through my hair, and looked at the floor. I needed to go to bed and think about this tomorrow with a sober mind.

I put my cup on the counter, headed into my bedroom, and tossed my shirt on the floor. I jumped face first into my bed, feeling like i was slowly sinking. i closed my eyes.

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I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. My best friend was calling me. I groaned and answered, "What do you want?" "Mate, it's 2PM. Were you still sleeping? I just wanted to know if you still wanted to jump on the sim later and stream?" I groan again at the thought of the day already halfway gone. "Yeah, sure, I'll text you when i get on, but you can start without me. It's been a long night." I said, irritated. "Okay, talk to you later pal, good luck." He responded, hanging up. He knew how i was in the morning, or rather the afternoon as it seemed.

I rolled onto my back, and the light hitting my eyes made me realize the menacing headache creeping in. I shut my eyes. Images from the previous night flickered through my mind like scenes from a film.

She was beautiful. She tasted sweet, and she felt so good. She looked so cute, curled up in my sweater in her bed. i wanted her to keep it so she would maybe think of me. I left quickly. I shouldn't have. But we were drunk. She was probably going to shut me out even more than she already does now. I ruined everything, i should've just walked her home and left.

I'm fucked.

I grabbed the nearest pillow and shoved it in my face. How am i going to fix this?

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I decided to go for a run to clear my head. After throwing on workout clothes and ingesting an unbelievable amount of ibuprofen for this hangover, i went outside and started running.

My mind went to a million different places. She never stopped me, why didn't she? I still can't wrap my head around why she hates me and not the other drivers. She rejected Arthur, i saw them kiss. She rejected him but slept with me. Why if she hates me?

I slowed my running when i realized i was on the small mountain i saw her at when the day after i figured i liked her. I was in denial at the time, though. I recall our interaction.

Why was she sitting here in the first place?

I jumped up on the little rock she sat on last time i saw here here and looked out in front of me. It was beautiful. i get why she was here. I remember when i approached her, she didn't seem annoyed at me for once. The look in her eyes was fearful almost. Not of me, though, but what i was going to say, i suppose. I start thinking of all the little moments i've had with her recently, where there was something unspoken between us. I don't think it's one-sided. How could it be?

I put my head in my hands and through my hair. She doesn't want a boyfriend, though. She said that a million times yesterday. God, she's so confusing. Her words say one thing, but her actions say another.

I needed to talk to her as soon as possible.

I shot up and finished my run. When i got home, i showered and finally ate a full meal. While i was eating my pasta, i turned on Max F's stream. I wasn't sure i wanted to join tonight. That was until Malia came into the chat.