Past and Present

7

After this chapter, we'll be getting a huge flashback chapters so watch out for those, I made sure I wrote time stamps on it anyway. This is a long chapter, bear with me, I don't know how to cut it w/o giving you guys massive cliffhangers.

Who watched the Japanese GP?

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It's race week again and I should be going to Spain tonight but after last night's party; I woke up feeling under the weather. Possibly because of the amount of alcohol I drank or simply because of what Charles said last night.

Or maybe I got hurt by what he said and got myself wasted that I don't even remember anything after talking to him. That's why judging by the bad hangover that I am feeling right now, I'm surprised that I did not wake up at one of Max's guest rooms. Someone at the party drove me home or they called my father to pick me up – I should probably ask Max about that.

Either way, I bury myself under my weighted blanket and just completely ignore the endless notifications my phone's receiving.

"We have nothing to talk about anymore, Schuyler. You left me, remember?"

I have my eyes closed as Charles' last words rings in my mind when I heard my door open. I probably deserved that anyway. I felt a dip at the edge of my bed and someone's tap on my foot. Assuming that it might be one of my parents, I did not bother opening my eyes to talk to whoever's in my room.

"I told you, I don't want to go to Spain this week." I declared not moving a bit.

The mystery person chuckled, "I know." I opened my eyes when I realized that it's not my parents that is sitting at the edge of my bed. I propped myself up to look at him, "you should be flying to Spain right now."

He rolled his eyes at me, "if you've been checking your phone for the past hour, you would know that I've been contacting you to say that I cancelled my flight. They don't need me in Spain this early."

I grab my phone and glanced at the notifications to notice that most of the texts were from him, "Sorry, just feeling under the weather plus I'm nursing a very bad case of hangover right now" I forced a smile at him.

He laughed a little, "I figured you'd be having a hangover after that wild night, which is why I stopped by the hospital and swoon my way to getting you a banana bag." He held up a paper bag and handed it over to me, my eyes lit up when I saw the particular faint yellow liquid in an IV bag, "but really, you should text Mimi, she actually helped me to get that." I grinned at him and mouthed a thanks at him.

A banana bag is "the hangover bag", it's used to rehydrate those who are flat out drunk on a party night and stumbles into the ER or cops found them in the street drunk sleeping in puke; this is what we administer to them to help them get over their drunkenness and hangovers. Back in Mayo, the ER has a stockpile of this; I'm surprised that a hospital here in Monaco has stock for this.

"So Toto called me to say that you are not going to Spain for the grand prix." He said, I glanced at him and I noticed that his eyes were fixated at me.

I was about to speak when he cut me off, "and that it was because of Charles." I averted my eyes away from him and sighed.

How did my father knew about Charles anyway? Huh. Probably ratted out myself to my dad last night and since I'm flat out drunk, I can't even remember any of it.

"Lando, I don't wanna talk about it." I firmly told him as I press the IV bag a little so it'll flow through me a little faster.

It was a short conversation – far from what I had in mind. But it was enough for Charles to break my heart a little and got me to a drinking spree. I mean, I left him abruptly. If I was him, I wouldn't want to be near me as well.