LOVE OR RIDE | LESTAPPEN

chapter nine - please, Charles...

I lift the corners of my mouth involuntarily. I'm not the only one who has lost touch with reality. Comforting. And it's not at all that Daniel is always like this. No. Let's get past that fact this time so I can feel good about how I got drunk.

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"Maybe you raped him?" the boy says seriously, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I say brokenly, looking at the sights outside the plane's window. We are just flying to another race weekend, and I tell him about this morning. "I don't know, maybe i did something wrong... I don't know, with the rest it doesn't matter. I'll start challenging him and everything will go back to normal." I shrug my shoulders.

"Yeah... That's how you translate it." He rolls his eyes.

We spend the rest of the trip in silence, relaxing after yesterday. When the plane lands, I put on my sunglasses so no one can see that I don't look very good today. Probably someone at Red Bull will give me some powder on my face and I'll be ok.

We get out of the plane and almost run towards the car. We both get in the back and the driver takes us to the hotel. Due to the fact that my alarm clock didn't wake me up I'm almost late for the plane which means I haven't eaten anything. I'm already dreaming of being at the hotel and eating something.

"You, and maybe you confessed your love to him?" the silence is broken by Daniel's voice.

"Oh my God, can you shut up already? I would never do that. I hate him," I cross my arms over my chest.

"It's a short way from hate to love." He lets me off the hook, at which I roll my eyes in annoyance. "But as you tell yourself there, I don't interfere." he shrugs his shoulders.

"That's exactly what you're doing."

Just then the driver stops in front of the hotel. I quickly get out, not even going to the reception desk. My first stop is the dining room. I almost run inside, seeing Lando, Carlos, Pierre and... Leclerc at one table. Norris notices me as I take off my glasses and shows me with his hand to come to them. I take some pancakes on a plate and, ignoring the Ferrari driver, which he does with reciprocity, I sit down across from him. Before Lando has time to speak, Daniel supplies a chair, smiling broadly.

"Howdy, folks!" he shouts in my ear, to which I wince, moving away from the idiot.

"I beg you to stop already today." I mumble discontentedly.

"The party went well." Pierre comments, laughing. He's just finishing eating his waffles, and as I look at my pancakes I lose the urge to eat. I hate the day after the party, they are awful.

"For whom it went well, it went well." Leclerc mumbles under his breath.

"Fuck me, I didn't ask you to help me. You should have gone back on your own." I comment, unable to stop myself.

"Yea, believe me I considered this option. I was going to leave you in the ditch, but I didn't, and I fucking regret it!" the angry boy gets up from the table.

"You're acting like a spoiled brat!" I raise my voice, also getting angry. All he has to do is say something, and I already feel like screaming.

"Somehow you didn't think so yesterday when you kissed me!" he exclaims. Suddenly he realizes what he has just said and falls silent, and the anger immediately goes away from his face.