Pierce Greene is impossible.
By her own accord, and by everyone elses. But, especially her own- arguably the only opinion that really ever mattered in her eyes.
Padded comfortably in her position by her fathers wallet and an over pronounced untouch...
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There was no clear obligation to help her fellow driver as he slurred the lyrics to Dancing Queen in the hallway. However, the more Pierce listened, her ear pressed firmly against the door, she couldn't help but feel as though she was partially to blame for his wildly embarrassing state. And so, rather than shoving her noise-cancelling headphones deep into her ear canals and burying her head between layers of down pillows, she did the unthinkable.
In one swift movement, Pierce threw her door open, grabbed Carlos Sainz firmly by the shoulders, and wrangled the heavily inebriated man into her hotel room.
CARLOS SAINZ JR SEPT 1, 1994 - DRIVER FOR MCLAREN - #55
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"Pierce Greene," Carlos Sainz shook his head. The woman squinted back at him like a tiger locked in on its prey. Ready to kill. Eyes red with fury. He couldn't believe the universe had brought him before the very reason for the horrid way his night had turned out. But as he looked at her, taking an unsteady step in her direction, close enough that he could peer deep into the eyes he had only really seen before through a lifted visor in passing, Carlos was dumbfounded by his inability to turn around and leave.
Pierce didn't move away. She didn't want to. The strength in her stature only pulled Carlos in. He was left confused, wondering why in the world he had just wasted the past twenty minutes arguing with the most hard-headed driver on the grid.
But what Carlos didn't know was that through that thick exterior, Pierce Greene's heart had started beating faster, rapidly increasing each second his doe-eyed gaze lingered on.
And her heart hardly ever did that.
// PLAYLIST \\
Bad Reputation - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts
It never gets better, anyway So why should I care about my bad reputation, anyway?
Anti Socialite - The Foxies
Honestly I'm feeling kinda sick, no medication I'm just tryna take a shot of life No chasing
Coast - Hailee Steinfeld, Anderson .Paak
It's a full moon kinda night I don't wanna go home yet You can question my devotion Wear my heart on my shoulder
Easy For You To Say - 5 Seconds Of Summer
A youth that was stolen And filled with mistakes I turned all around Looked for someone to blame
Lavender Haze - Taylor Swift
I've been under scrutiny You handle it beautifully All this shit is new to me
If It Ain't Me - Dua Lipa
I'm not really thinking clear Too good to be true And that's what I fear
Now I'm In It - HAIM
Something in the way I felt when I woke up Told me I shouldn't give in, give up hope
YOU AGAINST YOURSELF - Ruel
Your selfish ways are suffocating I cant save you now
Leave Before You Love Me - Marshmello, The Jonas Brothers
I'd rather be lonely Than wrapped around your body too tight I'm the type to get naked Won't give my heart up for breaking
Envious - Aluna
Don't make me envious You know I'm cruel when I see red
Already Over - Sabrina Carpenter
I say "I'm done" but I'm still confused How am I supposed to close the door When I still need closure?
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disclaimer
a reminder that this story is a work of fiction. i only own my original characters as i have written them, and do not claim to know personally any of the above-mentioned people in real life.
trigger warnings // content warnings
this story will contain themes of emotional abuse, substance abuse, mature scenes, and adult language
