THE END | Oscar Piastri

40. knowing

Sav's pov

I'd forgotten how difficult it was to host a Christmas party. Last year was the first year in 4 years I didn't host a Christmas party. Caught up with Lando in Monaco and England and with my family here, it just didn't fit into my schedule.

Now I'm practically always doing nothing, so you could say I had the time this year.

It's not like it was a stupidly large party, only my closest friend were invited—not Jackson, I made sure to cut him off after my birthday last year—but even so, I was still running around and refilling bowls of food, and grabbing more drinks from the garage.

On my second trip back, I'm not really paying attention to where I'm walking, paying attention more to the bottles in my hands rather than the path I'm walking.

Obviously a bad idea and that becomes clear when I run right into someone. The heels on my feet don't provide a lot of stability, and I would've fallen over if the person I ran into hadn't immediately gripped my arms to hold me up.

I go to apologize, but my words don't seem to come out. He apologizes first. "Sorry, wasn't watching where I was going." His hands drop from my arms and one of them finds the back of his neck and his face dusts in light pink.

I'm still shocked, I had no clue he was even here. I figured he'd be home. "What are you doing here?" My shock causes my voice to come out ruder than I intended.

His eyes grow wide, and his face turns from a light pink to a cherry red. "I'm staying with Logan. He said you were fine with me coming- I didn't mean to crash." His words are quick, and he looks thoroughly worried.

I sigh and shake my head, trying to clear it of the stress and shock. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm glad you're here." I give him a small smile and brush past him to place the bottles on the counter.

The feeling of his hands still linger on my arms, I can still feel their warmth searing my skin.

Locating Logan wasn't hard. His choice of a bright blue Christmas sweater makes him stand out. Crossing the room, I grab ahold of his hand and drag him to my bedroom.

"You're trying to play matchmaker!" I point a finger at his face. He tries not to laugh, his lips flattening into a thin line to bite back his clear amusement. "I don't know what you're talking about." He plays dumb, even shrugging his shoulders to go the extra length to play it off.

"Yes you do and it's not funny." I complain loudly, crossing my arms like a little kid. A hint of a frown forms on his face. "Okay yeah. I'm sorry, but you two were just so cute together and he treated you so well. I mean, the breakup wasn't even his fault." He rambles, explaining his reasonings with exaggerated hand expressions.

The last part is what especially grabbed my interest. "What do you mean it wasn't his fault?" Initially, I thought he may have been blaming me. But it's Logan and he wouldn't.

Logan now looks caught. His eyes pop out of his head and his mouth falls open slightly. "I shouldn't be the one to tell you." He tries to leave the room, but I slam the door shut before he could get out and put my back up against it.

"Tell me what you meant." My voice comes out more demanding now. Logan sighs out of defeat.

If he really didn't want to tell me, he could've easily opened the door with me against it. He's taller and stronger than me, I wouldn't put up much of a fight.

"Oscar didn't want to break up with you." He starts, and I quickly call bullshit. "Then why did-" He cuts me off, a hand coming up to rub against his forehead.

"Let me finish. He didn't want to break up with you. His pr team thought he looked too unloyal after that whole alpine thing, and then they saw your dating history and thought you were unloyal too and decided it would look better on Oscar if he broke up with you." He explains it all so quickly I can barely keep up with his words. But I manage, and with each thing he reveals my mouth manages to drop lower and lower in disbelief.