End Of Summer ~ Mick Schumacher

Friendship

Delancy POV:

"Box Box if you can"

"Leave me alone, I know what I'm doing"

The same mistake isn't going to happen to me again. I'm not going to crash into another driver again and fuck up. Not again. The tyres I had on right now were about 10 laps old and there are 6 left. I don't see a reason for the box.

"Well, does that comment remind you of someone? It sure does! Kimi Raikkonen, AbuDhabi 2012! It's not really suprising to hear DeVille saying that, is it?"

Everything was working perfectly. But to think that was a mistake. Right in the last two laps, Mick overtook me and almost hit me off the track. Not today. I need this win. I want this win. It belongs to me. I saved myself in the last second with drifting and finding back way to the straight. I fell back to the third place.

"Schumacher, Leclerc, you. Its the last lap. Now or never."

Just that thought made me see red. I won't let them win.Not today. And I held my word.

In the next turn, I left Charles behind me and I couldn't care less. He tried to come back but just got a taste of my last wing and stayed back.

"The Ferraris aren't working together today! Leclerc overtook DeVille, now she overtook him and left him back on the track! Leclerc is out! DeVille back on P2! Will she stay there or does she have another surprise for us?!"

Last chance. Now or never.

I was driving right behind Mick. Everytime I tried to overtake him from left or right, he changed not letting me pass. I was annoyed with it and out of sudden, without any thought I just did something. Turning my wheel completely to the right which turned into a curve drift and continued to my car driving backwards. And that was it. I stared right into his car and passed the finish line before him.

To finish the show I turned the steering wheel again to drift again and stand still again.

I was breathing heavily. The veins in my head were about to explode. I won. I really won.

"What was that?!?! DeVille finished first! What an ending!"

"Amazing Delancy! P1! That's P1!! You got it!!"

I still couldn't believe it. I was obsessed with that thought of winning that I didn't think what happens when I win. P1. I won. Dad, I won.

As I got out of my car, I thought of my first win celebration. So, I did the same pose. I stood on my car, put one hand on my back, bowed theatrical and signalised with the other hand as if I took off hat. Then I looked up slowly with my head only to make sure the people know that this is only the beginning.

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"Congratulations auringonpaiste ("sunshine"), you did it! I'm so proud of you."

I smiled at my phone. After the race, celebration and the interviews I searched for a quiet place in my driver room. Then I called Kimi. He watched the race.

"You were amazing. Especially in the last lap."

"Thank you, kummisetä. ("godfather") To be honest, I didn't know what I was doing. Something took over in me, and well then that happened."

We talked a bit more about the race and I slowly felt the tiredness. It costed me a lot of energy. As we finished the call I leaned back on the couch and stared at the ceiling. I won. After a bad sart in the season, a lot of hate, I won today. A tired but honest smile formed on my lips. I was happy.