Unloved - Let us rewrite the stars ||englisch||

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One week later. A boring week in which I hadn't even really translated or continued writing my book had passed and now I was sitting here. In a bloody car, driving to an appointment. My motivation was in the basement and didn't exactly lift when I found out that we were going to the McLaren Technology Centre with the whole team. The team would see each other for the first time after the winter break and Cara was allowed to come along to meet everyone and I was dragged along. Sucks. It's going to be torture for me because I can't stand a lot of people. I get panicky, scared and just want to leave. But my best friend won't leave me alone. She never did. And so now I was sitting here. Tense, excited, so that I had to keep wiping my sweaty hands on my jeans. Cara gave me a quick glance. "I'm sure it won't be that bad," she tried to reassure me, but kept her focus on the road. "You just admitted it's going to be bad," I grumbled, looking out the window. "And the whole team is really there?", I asked again, but only got a nod in reply. Great.

After a good two hours, we arrived at the empty car park and parked. I looked at the big building and swallowed. "Come on Hailey. I'm sure you'll be nice." I nodded stiffly and slowly unbuckled my seatbelt, as if in slow motion. There it was again. The rising panic. "Hailey. Listen to me now okay?" She looked at me gently, brushing her golden blonde hair behind her ear. "They're not going to hurt you, okay? They're just going to introduce themselves and maybe shake your hand. There's nothing wrong with that, you know?" Cara's brown doe eyes looked at me piercingly, as if she was trying to hypnotize me. I nodded and got off at the same time as Cara. I walked a little behind Cara, who walked straight towards the building. We entered, where someone came straight towards us. "Hello, you must be Cara," someone said, at which I flinched. He shook her hand and then turned to me. "Andreas Seidl. I've been expecting you. You're Hailey?" I looked at him unblinkingly as he held out his hand to me. Cara nudged me briefly, and I quickly gave him my hand. "Yes, I am," I smiled shyly. "Pleased to meet you. Feel free to follow me." We followed him through the hall, trying not to be too interested in the cars.

"Let me introduce you, this is Lando Norris and Carlos Sainz. Our two pilots." Cara nodded and walked up to the two who were still engaged in conversation at the moment. She just joined them while I stopped in my tracks. She started talking to them but turned to me shortly after. "Come here Hailey," she smiled. Shyly, I walked the few steps to the small group. "So and this is Hailey. My best friend," she introduced me, smiling broadly. I just nodded quickly at them, whereupon Carlos briefly introduced himself and then continued the conversation with Cara. I bit my lower lip uncertainly.

"Hey, I'm Lando," someone spoke to me from the side, causing me to flinch in fright. I jerked my head to the left, where the boy was standing next to me, smiling broadly. "Heyllo... I mean Hio uh hello," I stammered and blushed. Embarrassed, I ruffled my hair and turned my gaze to the ground. "So Hailey, right?" I nodded and looked up again. "Why so red?" he asked with a smile. "I'm warm," I lied more poorly than anything. "True. I'm pretty hot already," he joked, to which I rolled my eyes. "Haha," was all I gave. "What? Right, isn't it?" he asked, offended. "I've known you for, what? Five minutes?" "Yeah can be." He tousled my hair, at which I backed away, startled. "Don't touch it," I muttered, straightening my red curls. "I'm sorry. Is everything okay?" he wanted to know. The smile had given way to a thoughtful expression. I pressed my lips together. "Yeah, everything's okay. I just don't like being touched." Another lie. Lando raised his eyebrows. "Um, okay, I guess I won't have to do that in the future," he mumbled, but immediately smiled broadly at me again. "Can I ask you a few questions? Sorry if I'm offending you, but I'm pretty curious." "Sure. As long as you don't get too private," I smiled embarrassedly. "Cara models for McLaren, after all, but what about you? Do we have a second model that's just been kept from us?" He eyed me with interest. "Um no. I'm way too short, first of all, and secondly, it's not for me. I'm a writer and I translate." "You're right. You're really quite small." He was demonstratively going to lean on my shoulder, because I was the perfect size for it, but then stopped in his tracks. "Sorry," he said immediately, to which I just waved him off. "It's okay." "So a writer? Never interested in anything more exciting?" I turned a little pink around the nose again at the thought of my childhood wish. "I'm afraid that, Lando, is none of your business," I said gloomily. When I was little, I had always wanted to race. My dream? To sit in the cockpit of a Formula One car myself one day, but that was once. "What a pity. Will you tell me sometime?" "Maybe, maybe not," I replied. But the answer was no. I didn't need to stir up my past, even though that was exactly what was happening. "Are you in the races too?" "Must be." He looked at me questioningly. "Cara's making me." Cara, who was standing on my other side, listened up. "Make you do what?" "To everything I don't want," I grumbled. "That's not true. For example, I don't make you do..." She fell silent as it occurred to her that she was probably making me do everything after all. "See?" I heard Lando laughing next to me. "Why does she have to make you do anything?" Carlos wanted to know, who now joined in the conversation. "My beloved best friend is just damn lazy and doesn't feel like doing anything," she laughed. "I'm not lazy. I'm working," I grumbled, to which she patted my head. "You know I hate being touched!", I hissed and jerked away from her, bumping into Lando. "Sorry." "And why is that? Did something ever happen or something?" "The girl is a riddle Carlos," Cara sighed theatrically, addressing the Spaniard. I just rolled my eyes. A weird best friend I had there.

01.05.2021