You threw the keys of the hired car against Lincoln's water bottle. He was so confused by what just happend. But you
was so surprised that you actually threw it right against the water bottle. 'What the-' he turned around and looked at you. Drawing everyone's attention. He was really pissed, about my throw. 'YOU ABSOLUTE IMBECILE.' He snapped.
'Ugh, it's just water you big baby.' You replied. He squeezed in the bottle out of anger. 'Just water?' He repeated. 'Oh I spoke to Marcel.' You said while lowering it so we could keep it between us. 'Your an addict.' You whispered in his right ear. You saw his mood changing within seconds. You knew he would love to punch you at this moment but would that cost his uncle's trust. 'I can play the same game you pulled.'

'How would Zak react if he founds out his reserve driver is an addict, or even worse when he finds out you uses it for the race.' You added. He growled, 'you'll be fuckin' sorry.' He whispered.
'Oh but I would recommend you to keep this between us. Like I promised not to tell Lando nor Max.'

He yanked his hand away. And threw the bottle in the trashcan. 'You'll regret this.' He said. He walked off, and it made you feel better. You noticed Lando just staring at you. But you looked away. Lincoln was so embarrassed by you, he just left the kantine. Without saying nothing. You decided to go outside, and without knowing yourself you saw Lando. He walked passed you by, but as soon you thought he wouldn't talk to you. He did. You were staring at Max's interview with Ziggo while Lando stood by your side. 'I just can't believe. It.' He said keeping a 3 second pause between believe and it. You leaned against the railing as you looked down. Seeing how happy Max was. It made you feel even worse.
You didn't dare to meet Lando's gaze. You then sighed. 'I know you won't accept my apologies.' You murmured. Lando stayed quiet. As he followed your gaze to Max and the Ziggo sport interviewers. 'I gave you everything, you didn't had to do shit for it.' He said. 'I still had two jobs.' You said. You hated when he acted like you didn't do anything for him. Like honestly you worked two jobs. You worked for McLaren and in spare time you were a hockeytrainer. Not that he needn't the money you earned but still. 'You have three jobs now.' Lando said. 'Giving him blowjobs.' Lando said as he looked at Lincoln who was talking to Vettel. 'I haven't-' 'I don't want to know alright?' He interrupted.

'I just...' He stared down. 'Your mad, I get it.' You replied. 'And you've the rights too be mad at me.'

'But.' You said. 'I wasn't there to make my own decisions okay? He did something-'
'Stop playing the goddamn victim Y/n!' He snapped. 'I've seen it. He send me that picture of that night. You agreed with sleeping with him.' He growled. You took some distance from him. By stepping backwards. He pushed himself away from the railing. And looked at you. 'I'm not playing the victim here alright?!' You argued.
'I'm so done with you.' He said.

'If he did something he would have made sure you had a hard time. And maybe he had to.' Lando said.
'Did you just actually say that?' You said. It was enough, for you and you pushed him back. He spread his arms. 'Seriously?!' He got so mad. He just punched you in the face. Thanks to your clumsiness you also fell on the ground. You stumbled up, and faced wall before looking at your hand what you held on the spot where he hit you. You looked at it and realised you were bleeding. You turned around, and stared at him. 'You can fuck yourself.' You said. Your hand began to shake as you hold it near your face. He just stared at you. You realised almost everybody just had seen that happening. But the cameras were off. You decided to go away. You turned around and avoided everyone. You found a spot in the public bathroom. You looked into the mirror. You were bleeding a lot. You let the water run from the tap. And tried to wash it off. But it seemed to be a cut. You looked down and stared into the mirror.

Lando's pov

I stared at my fist. It was already gotten red because of the punch I had given her. Even her blood was on my fist. I didn't blame myself for this. She started it. I turned around and looked down again. Only McLaren's people had seen it and Charles, Lincoln and Vettel. That was it. Charles shot me a gaze. And shook his head. I didn't care. She definitely deserved it. At least, from my perspective. I leaned against the railing again, and crossed my hand over the other. I didn't want to admit to myself that I felt sorry. One side of me wanted to feel sorry, the other side was the difference of that. It felt good. But hitting someone especially a girl no matter what isn't me. Am I proud of myself by what I just had done? Will she forgive me? I shook my thoughts away.

Luckily she didn't make a whole entire scene of it. And just left.