𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞; oscar piastri ✔

PART THIRTY EIGHT

What would you do if I told you there were only (around) five chapters left?

Word count; 2,813

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With the heat only building, we all found ourselves lounging around the pool - apart from the girls, who much preferred the aircon inside. And Max took no time in bringing up the fact Oscar and I had kissed in front of him, which surprised neither of us, considering both Oscar and I chose not to explain the action, instead leaving him to dwell in his own assumptions.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Liam frowned, lounging in one of the corners of the pool.

"You shouldn't lie, Maxie." Charles reprimanded, elbowing him in the side.

"Yeah, Maxie." I parroted with a grin - the fact so many people had taken to calling him the nickname.

"Why would I lie?!" He exclaimed, waving his hands in defense.

I glanced across the pool, where Lando was yet to say anything, maybe because he couldn't ascertain what was the truth, either. Then, my gaze crossed with Oscar's, who was floating around in the water, not bothering to give any input, his smug grin already saying enough.

"I'm not lying!" Max huffed, in response to another rebuttal from one of the drivers. "Come on, Taz, tell them."

I scoffed, raking a hand through my chlorine-soaked hair. I can do you one better, I thought.

Wading through the water, my palms quickly found Oscar's cheeks, and I kissed him with every ounce of fervour I had, only leaning back when it felt like I might suffocate. But Oscar had other plans, pulling my lips back to his, and I wondered if this feeling was better than oxygen.

"Jesus, guys, go get a room." The RedBull driver turned around, resting his arms over the parapet of the pool.

At last, Oscar pulled away, and we both smiled.

Liam, jaw dropped, raised, "So that's who you've been sneaking off to fuck? All those times I've had to cover for you with the team?"

I didn't look at my teammate, entrapped by the glimmer of Oscar's irises, "No, that was someone else."

"Someone else?!" He almost choked on the beer he was sipping from. "How many drivers have you fucked?!"

At that, I turned away, "I never said they were drivers."

Max let out a light scoff, unnoticeable to anyone else but me. Not to mention Charles, who couldn't help but glance at me briefly, also doubting the statement.

"I don't know whether to be more concerned you're sleeping with my teammate," Lando pronounced, glaring at my cautiously. "Or the fact this means Oscar's gay."

"I'm not gay." The McLaren driver interjected, though not out of hostility. "I like girls, too."

"Big fucking difference." His teammate snorted.

"Well, I'm happy for you both," Charles beamed, sweet as always.

"Big softie." Max elbowed him - revenge for the former jab.

"You know, I was starting to notice you two were getting a bit too affectionate." Liam observed.

"No you weren't." Lando frowned. "I'm his best friend and I didn't notice anything."

"I'm his teammate. I'm around him twice more often than you are."

Lando tilted his head, as if to say fair enough.