Lando hasn't gotten back from the track yet so I take advantage of the empty communal space in the suite room. The couch is comfortable and I kick back and turn on the TV. I left the track almost as soon as free practice two finished, opting for a cab over the team car, or worse, Lando's car. This morning was tense, and figuring out his shoulder before practice was even worse.
I don't want you touching me.
Those words shouldn't have hurt like they did.
When I got back to the hotel I had showered and changed into a comfortable pair of cotton shorts and a hoodie. I'd snatched one of the pre-made salads from the hospitality suite on the way out, so I munched on it while Grey's Anatomy played on the TV. This show was one the only medical shows I could handle because, to the best of my knowledge, it was mostly correct. Of course, some things were dramatized, but I suppose that's television.
I let myself get sucked into the show I've watched too many times and before I know it the sun is fading outside the windows. It seems to be a marathon of Grey's, so I let it run as I get up and throw out my salad container. Sitting back down on the couch I look down at my phone to see a text from Arthur.
Saluit sis, how are things going with Lando?
Not good, not miserable.
Liar. There is a pause as I watch the three dots signalling he's typing appear then disappear. Only to appear again. Char told me what he said yesterday.
It's fine Art, honestly, Char made a big deal out of nothing.
I know that's why I'm texting you. You know he can be protective Dev, but he means well.
I sigh aloud. I know. But him being upset and threatening to beat him up over one name doesn't change the fact I have to be around him all the time.
You still have your own space off track. It's not like you have to see him 24/7
Not really.
What do you mean?
Get this, the hotel is full and I have to share rooms with him this weekend.
HAHA OH MY GOD
Arthur Leclerc.
Sorry, that's just so fucking funny.
It is not.
I contemplate throwing my phone across the room.
I'm beginning to think you're cursed.
Me too. Trust me. Are you coming to Saudi?
Yup.
So I can bunk with you if this whole hotel thing happens again?
Nope.
What? Art.
Nah, I've got a girl coming with me.
Manwhore.
Slut. Well, actually I can't even call you that. You haven't gotten laid since Lando.
How the fuck do you know that?
Manwhores know sis, manwhores know.
Have I told you you're an asshole lately?
No, tell me.
I'm out. See you next weekend.
I rub my face and drop my phone, vaguely from where I dropped it I see the screen lighting up as messages from Arthur keep coming through. I ignore them.
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
Hate You - LN
FanficDevin has been a physiotherapist in F1 for two years. As one of the best in the field specializing in motorsport physiotherapy, Devin is sought after when it comes to recovery and injury management in F1. Having grown up with the Leclerc family, she...