After an injury, Pedri González is left with frustration and pain, willing to sacrifice everything to play. When his then-girlfriend, Julia Soler, tried to talk him out of playing, he broke things off...
Things from there take a terrible turn for th...
It was finally here. The moment Julia had been waiting for. The Spanish Grand Prix was about to begin, and Lando had qualified third, giving him a great chance to finish on the podium. Julia was in the paddock, getting ready to watch Lando race. The cars were lined up on the grid, and the formation lap began. The green flag was waved, and the lights went out, with Lewis Hamilton leading the pack into turn one.
But things quickly took an unexpected turn when Max Verstappen ran into the back of Hamilton after a lock-up, causing Lando to dodge and overtake them both in a swift move. Julia's nerves were growing as she watched the race unfold. Having watched it for so long, she knew all too well how dangerous racing could be. But she couldn't help but feel excited as the thought of Lando possibly winning this race played in the back of her mind.
"Come on, Lan." She muttered.
As the race went on, three more cars had retired, and she spotted the papaya car still leading. Julia followed Lando's every move, holding her breath as he drove over the finishing line in P1, bringing McLaren's first win of the season home.
"YESSSS!!!" The feeling of excitement and pride swelled inside her as he screamed into his radio.
"You did amazing, P1. That's awesome," Julia said with a smile as he returned from the podium.
"Thank you, buttercup," Lando replied, grinning proudly and jumping into her arms as the press clicked away. Julia cursed inwardly as she looked at the paparazzi. The media was obsessed with this non-couple, giving them the moniker 'Jando.' They were overjoyed that Lando appeared to have found the "one," even though they were just friends.
"Hey, um, would you like to grab dinner tonight... like a proper date? Only if you want to, of course." He stammered nervously, pulling away from her, which left her feeling like she had butterflies in her stomach. It had been a long time since a guy asked her out, and she couldn't say no. So she got ready for their date, feeling excited yet nervous.
She was in the middle of doing her makeup when she heard the doorbell ring. She wasn't expecting anyone, so she was surprised to see Pedri on her doorstep. He had always been a jealous type, and he was clearly agitated when he showed up unannounced at her apartment complex. Letting out a soft groan, she made eye contact with him and could see the dark orbs of his eyes flicker with anger. Before she knew it, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her into her room, shutting the door behind them. She tried to fight back, but he was too strong.
"Let me go! You're hurting me." Julia exclaimed, wincing as he pushed her hard against the wall.
"What the hell is going on with you? Why are you hanging out with that new guy?" Pedri demanded, clearly upset.
"It's none of your business."
"None of my fucking business? It is my business! We have feelings for each other. For heaven's sake, you said you'd never change, but now you're acting like a slut to get over me," he said, his words dripping with disdain. She flinched a little. Julia stood there, shocked by what had just come out of his mouth, and time seemed to stop momentarily. Her heart sank, and her chest clenched painfully. He could not be serious. She was enraged and hurt because he, of all people, had no right to say that to her.
"I'm a slut? Are you serious right now? You hooked up with someone else right after we broke up and had one-night stands. You even have a girlfriend, but I'm the slut for hanging out with a decent guy after two years?" Julia snapped.
"...I deserve better."
"I didn't mean it like that, Julia. Please, just listen," Pedri said, trying to backpedal.
"No. Get out of here before I report you for harassment." She spat and pushed him back. Pedri watched her walk away, feeling discouraged and depressed and angry at himself for acting that way. He had said too much, and he knew it. He stormed out, slamming the door behind him. As soon as he left, Julia broke down in tears. She couldn't believe he had slut-shamed her for having a friend of the opposite gender. She had kept quiet about all his mess-ups, and instead, he made sure to shame her by calling her a slut.
That hurt.
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