VIPER || Oscar Piastri

Chapter 68

[POV: Andreanna Saunterre]

So, you know how I said before that I'm a genius?

I lied.

Kind of—

I still am a genius... obviously...

But I have impulsive tendencies that make me seem not so smart.

I do, however, still have everything under control.
Everything is going exactly to plan. In fact, even more-so than I'd expected it to. Charles is going psycho— pulling me aside just to figure out why I haven't been talking to him. It's almost like he misses me.

Haha.

Wait—

Ok, no. No time for that right now. My brain may still be racing a million miles an hour, jumping between what Charles said, the look on his face, and then the—

that.

But you'd never guess it, right? Because I'm calm. Composed. Cool as a cucumber. If I were a walking disaster, you'd never know it.

But..

BUT!!!

You want to know what I'm really good at?

Adaptation.

I adapt when the necessity arises.

Like a chameleon, I am.

Chaos throws a curveball? I throw it right back where it came from. Plan A falls apart? No worries. Plan B is already set in motion. Plan C has been cooking since breakfast.

I thrive under pressure. Pressure is my spotlight.

Did I panic and kiss Oscar?

Yes.

Yes, okay?! I did.

Did I mean to?

No!

But did I adapt?

Yes!!

I adapted flawlessly.

When pressure called, I rose to the occasion and emerged victorious.

Because. I. Adapt.

I already know exactly what to do to fix all of this. I have a plan— and it's a very simple one.

Find Oscar. Explain. Apologize. Never let it happen again.

Adapt.

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[POV: Narrator]

The race had been long over with by the time Andi came out from the corner she'd been hiding in and into the light of day once again.

She kept her eyes scanning every corner of the paddock, her walk brisk and purposeful, like she was absolutely not internally combusting.

The kiss had been days ago in her head— she'd mentally replayed, rewritten, and re-scored it at least twenty-seven different ways.

But in the real world? Two hours, tops.

Which meant it was still raw. Meaning Andi had a very short window to make things right before Oscar got the wrong idea.

She kept moving. Row after row of team garages, driver hospitality tents, camera crews, fans loitering with phones out. Her eyes were going everywhere, scanning faces like a heat-seeking missile.