VIPER || Oscar Piastri

Chapter 55

[POV: Andreanna Saunterre]

Lando Norris is a big, fat liar.

"Just a casual evening meal," he said.

"Just a few friends," he said.

"Nothing fancy," he said.

So why, pray tell, is the entire F1 grid sitting at a long-ass table like they're about to hold a summit?

Earlier today, me and Lando (the LIAR), had landed in Canada.

I didn't want to fly with him.
He 'happened' to book the same flight as me.
I did not want this.

After a while, I was starving, and Lando—the deceiver that he is—casually mentioned that he was meeting up with some friends for a quiet dinner.

SOME friends.

a QUIET dinner.

He asked if I wanted to come. Oscar had already texted me that he was going to arrive later in the day— much later— and that if he was gonna come he'd be quite late. Which was fine. I said it'd be no problem; that I'd meet him there if he wanted.

And because I believed Lando,

(PSA: DON'T DO THAT.)

I showed up in a t-shirt. Minimal makeup, hair down, thinking I was walking into some chill little restaurant situation.

Like. He. Said.

But the moment I stepped inside and saw every single driver seated at a singular table, all dressed like they'd actually prepared to be here—

Oh, and I should mention, none of them had their girlfriends there, either. And yet, here I was, technically a girlfriend— here, while my 'boyfriend' wasn't.

I immediately turn on my heel to leave. "Nope." I said, pushing past Lando to get the hell away. "Nope."

He caught my arm before I could escape.

"You—bitch!" I snapped, "Why am I here? Why did you bring me here? This isn't funny. This. Is not. Funny. I'm leaving—"

He just grinned, because he thinks he's hilarious, and next thing I knew, I was being forced into a chair opposite Charles and Max, with Lando sitting beside me.

The only thing keeping me at least a little sane was that the seat on my other side was empty. Because Oscar was late.

I looked miserable.

I was miserable.

And I did not care.

I pulled my sunglasses over my face and sank into my chair.

"Andi," A voice came beside me.

I don't even bother looking up. "What."

Lando tilted his head, pointing at me. "Take your sunglasses off. We're inside."

"No."

Max laughed, but quickly pretended he wasn't when I snapped my head around to look at him, dead-pan. Lando mumbled something. I didn't care what. I don't listen to traitors.

From what I could see, Charles then exchanged a glance with Max before he smirked at Lando. "What, did you drag her here, or something?"

I didn't even react to him— which made Max laugh again— I just pulled out my phone to text Oscar:

where r u. hurry up pls. lando is a traitor.

Then, Lando openly admitted to his crime, as if it was something to brag about: "No, I lied. She wouldn't have come otherwise." He then leaned towards me slightly, and I felt the urge to swat him away like I would a wasp. "I think she's being a bit dramatic, but..."