I was in my bed scrolling through my phone. Mine and Micks name were trending #1. Literally everywhere. Tons of articles with the worst headlines were online. And everywhere were the photos of us.
Me slapping him, being all wet and him holding his cheek. I closed my eyes and opened them right away. That picture was burned into my head. With open or closed eyes. I don't even know how I managed it to get home and change my clothes. Sleep? Don't know her. I was just scrolling through these articles with my name.
F1: Delancy DeVille SLAPPED Mick Schumacher across the face! Click for the photos!
F1: What happened? Is there bad blood between DeVille and Schumacher?
F1: Delancy DeVille, really the devil?
F1: The only female driver in the F1 slapped Mick Schumacher!
F1: Delancy DeVille. The most aggressive driver!
I couldn't move my eyes away from the screen. Bianchi is going to kill me tomorrow. I already know that. And just like that, I became the most hated F1 driver. Overnight. After working so hard to build my own something in the F1 after my dad. It got destroyed. My eyes were fixed at one sentence. "Delancy DeVille, really the devil?"
I stayed awake for the whole night. Sitting on my bed, knees pressing against my upper body and with my phone in my hands. I know, I'm human. People have outbursts. That happens. But most of them are not famous and don't get caught by a paparazzi when they just slapped someone across the face.
It was around 03:00 am I started to text Bianchi. Multiple texts. Some in English some in Italian. I even called her. I knew I couldn't reach her now since she's sleeping for sure. But I didn't have anyone else. I didn't want to bother Kimi with my problems.
Then I had a stupid thought. Closing the chat with Bianchi, I opened the group chat of the drivers and went through the numbers. Then I found his. I started typing various stuff and then always deleting it. And right then when I was satisfied with that one sentence and before I clicked "send" Bianchi called me.
"I read the texts. And the articles. I told you so many times to stay out of fights, Delancy."
Her voice tone was sharp and I bit my lip, holding back any form of emotion. It took me a moment to grasp my voice not to sound weak.
"I know. It's my fault. And I want to make up for it."
She was silent for a few minutes. Which made me nervous but as usual, I didn't want to show that. Right before the negative thoughts entered my head again she started talking.
"We'll come up with a plan at the meeting. Be there at 10 am. And don't cause any other drama until then."
I closed my eyes. "Understood."
Then she ended the call. And my phone decided to die at that point. The battery was emtpy.
I don't even blame her for being like that. I messed up big time. Right before the season. Everything was perfect. They were respecting me. I was on my best way to make my dad proud. And then I ruined it. By handling with emotion.
Emotions. A curse. Everytime I show them something terrible happens.
The day my dad died, we had a fight. I don't even know what it was about. At that time I was still a child. But I remember saying to him that I don't want to see him anymore. And then it happened. He died that day and I really never saw him again.
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End Of Summer ~ Mick Schumacher
FanfictionIt's the end of summer. And I'm falling for you. Love me forever tonight. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Mick Schumacher Fanfic with a Female OC ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Ranking #1 racedriver #1 mick #1 schumacher #3 mickschumacher