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Idiota - George Russel

A/n: Look at me update two chapters in a row. Wow. Ngl it's just compensation for not writing during the holidays. 

On another note. I noticed my chapters about Daniel seem to be doing great :D. So we got some Daniel stans huh? If there's any drivers you want me to writ about let me know and maybe I will. I have a lot of concepts that aren't driver specific. 

Being the first female driver in f1 was hard as it is. But having your team mate hate you? That makes it ten times worse. Maybe I replaced his good friend or something, but it made no sense. He gave me absolutely no reason as to why he hated me. He was already Williams' golden boy what more could he want? I mean it wasn't like I was doing better than him on the track. In fact I was doing worse. It was my rookie year and the car was giving me a lot of troubles. I mean I never expected to be getting podiums when I signed with Williams, but come on sometimes it would be nice to finish in the points. I got a DNF today, in Monza. My home race, that sure hurt. I really didn't want to do interviews right now but I had to do at least one with f1, sky sports and the Italian tv. It sucked I just wanted to go home. So when sky sports asked me: "y/n, the only female on the track. How does it feel to prove that woman shouldn't be in a race car?" I froze up. Absolutely fuming. What the actual fuck. My PR manager told the interviewer that the question was absolutely unacceptable before moving me on to the last interview. Before I could snap at the interviewer, maybe that was for the best.

George was behind me getting congratulated on his points by sky sports as I left. God that just makes it ten times worse but when I looked back at him he wasn't smiling at the interviewer, weird. I just moved on, happy to do an interview in my native language. 

After the interviews I caught up with Charles. He had a great race. He won, I had to congratulate him. This was Ferrari's home race so he must be glad to have preformed so well. "Charles! Congratulazioni!" He smiled at me sadly and hugged me. "Ciao piccola, mi dispiace per oggi sei stata bravissima." I smile at him and nod sadly. "Not your fault, char." He hugged me closer before letting go. As I stepped back George brushed past me hardly making me trip. "Dannazione, George watch where the fuck you're going!" He looked back at me and smirked before continuing on. I excuse myself to Charles and follow George shoving him hard on his shoulder when we're out of sight from the camera's. "Twat." I spat at him and he laughs. "Look who's learning English." He loved making fun of me speaking Italian, especially when I was with Charles. Claiming I was spilling team secrets to him. "Oh piss off." I rolled my eyes and made my way to my drivers room. Today sucked even without George hating me. I wanted him to like me so bad back when we first met. I had downloaded duo lingo for fucks sake. But nothing seemed to work. 

I watched back the interviews from the other drivers on the tv. My interest still peeked at George's interview with sky sports. George seemed to always peek my interest, even now. 

"Congratulations on your points, George. Doing a lot beter than your teammate must feel great." He smiled but it was a bitter smile. "No it doesn't actually. I wish we would both be earning points. You want the team to succeed. And y/n deserves the points. Especially here at her home race. She gets so much shit for being a female driver. She's a great driver but the car isn't allowing her to prove herself. And quite frankly you've been making awful comments as well first in her interview and now in mine I think we're done with our interview too." And with that he walked off. 

It was weird to see him care. I was sure it was scripted by he is own PR manager, but it was hopeful. So at dinner when everyone was talking I looked at him. He wasn't in the conversation which was great. I nudge his arm with my elbow. He looks at me questioningly. "What?" It still sounded harsh. "So you think I am a great driver huh?" I wiggle my eyebrows smiling. He looks around at everyone still in deep conversation. "I have no idea where you heard that." He doesn't deny it. "You realise interviews get aired on tv right? Idiota." He grimaces at the Italian insult. "Okay, so I think you are a great driver so what?" He focuses his eyes back on his food. "Just checking." I too go back to eating my pasta.