𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝙾𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚍

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎

~𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜~

I'm sweating. The beads of sweat run down my face, back and probably everywhere else on my body. How did I ended up like this? Was it Carlos or my fault? My stupidity or my ambition? Or my willing to always say yes to my teammates ideas?

Laying flat on my back in the middle of the grid, breathing fast. I think I'm going to die. I taste blood on my tongue because my lungs nearly collapse and my heart has never beaten so fast in my entire life. My muscles hurt, all of them. I think I can count over 16 places I would have never expected to have any kind of muscles. The only thing I can do is staring up into the orange sky.

The sun over Sakhir is setting. A beautiful sunset like always but I don't give a fuck about the fire like sky. My body is trying to end itself. The only thing that is left to do is to throw up. When I do that, I can finally count myself as high athlete. Some people even train so long until they throw up but I normally don't. I know where my borders are.

Suddenly Carlos's face appears out of the right off of my view. He's hanging over me, laying with his stomach flat on the grid. The sweat also runs down his face. "You ok, mate?" He asks, his Spanish accent strong on display. That means he is as exhausted and dead as I am. "I fucking hate you!" I grunt still breathing in the pace of my Ferrari on full speed. Starring in the sky, I only can hear Carlos's deep laugh next to me.

"I think I did you a favor! Didn't I?! A beautiful and demanding training." He laughs. "At first it was a really good idea, but running three laps around the track after a half an hour warm up is to much. Even for a person doing daily sports!" I mumble. My eyes fall shut. I could fall asleep right here on the grid, adrenaline leaving my body.

"Come on and stop grumbling! A bottle of ice water will help!" Carlos jumps up. How can he have that much of energy?! I hate it when he does that. He worked his ass off and afterwards he is fitter than before. It's always like someone gives him Red Bull intravenous. He holds out his hand for me to get up. I grab it with the feeling of my arm nearly falling off. I still hate him and his ability to talk me into everything.

We walk towards the Ferrari paddock. Slowly. Very slowly. Both of us nearly falling to the ground and eventually leaving little sweat seas on the way. No, that was to much. There are no sweat seas on the ground but you get what I mean. We pass some mechanics and some other employees on our way. I let myself fall onto one of the chairs next to the stacks of tyres. I get my water bottle from one of the employees and pull wildly on my T-Shirt to get some kind of cooling down. I also enjoy the air conditioner, that helps against my body heat and the temperature outside the garage. The garage gate wide open blasting the warm evening breeze into the cold down hallways. While the ice cold water runs down my throat I can slowly feel my lungs again.

Carlos flops on the chair next to mine, also holding a bottle of this heavenly liquid. "You ready for tomorrow?" I ask, as I place my right ankles on my left thigh. "New season, new try." He sighs, trying to cheer the thought of the season start tomorrow a little bit up. He exactly knows what's coming towards us. We talked about it a lot. Both of us being stressed and angry about the situation at Ferrari. Sure, we drive for one of the biggest Motor Factory's on this planet but their strategy team and communicating is real shit. The only good thing is that we still GPs. Carlos and I try our best all the time and we often succeed. 

"You are right, mate! We will try our best, like the last seasons!" I try to smile honestly but fail slightly. "Hey Guys!" I look up and see Pierre and Lando coming towards us. They both wear a big smile, with Lando looking like his lower jaw will fall of any second. "Hey!" Carlos and I say in sync. "You guys alright? You look like shit." Pierre states and stops in front of me, looking down at me. "Thank you, that was the nicest compliment I have ever got!" I say sarcastically and take another sip of water.

I want my silence but instead I get a loud and wild conversation between Lando, Pierre and Carlos. "No bro, you can't punch him in the face! That doesn't solve the problem!" Carlos thick accent in my right ear. I like his Spanish accent, like I already said multiple times in our friendship but when he gets eager it's to loud. "But that would solve everything!" Lando complains.

Suddenly I can hear a bright laughter. A beautiful laugh. It sounds full of joy and loveliness. My teammates voice fades away and I only hear that beautiful sound. Goosebumps rush over my entire body, which feels crazy. A warm feeling rushes into my stomach. It is creepy how my body reacts just because of an unknown laughter.

There she stands, the person who this beautiful sound belongs to. She stands in front of the garage, listening to something Lewis explains. Her slim and small body gives her a weak and puppy like aura but the leather jacket and the black sunglasses give her a wild and dangerous look. Her long, tanned legs move smooth in the jeans, which is not only much longer than her actual legs but also has huge holes in it. Her style looks like Lewis's but more worked on. She looks cute and hot as hell at the same time.

The setting sun giving her beautiful soft looking skin a special shine, which makes her look like an angel in 2000's clothes. Her long, dark blond hair, that are slightly curled, swirl around her head as she looks at something Lewis points at. She moves smoothly as Lewis snaps her cap off her head. She laughs even harder as she shoves him slightly and bows down to grab the black Mercedes Cap off the floor. What would I give for this cap to be red. The form of her ass showing through the material of her jeans as she bows down. It looks like her ass would fit perfectly into my hands. The thought of it makes my hands start to squeeze around my water bottle.

As she stands back up straight Lewis pulls her into his side and lays an arm around her shoulders. Is she his girlfriend? Does he have a girlfriend currently? Or is she his sister? Does he even have a sister? Yea, he has two sisters. I hope she is one of his sisters because I definitely want her. As mine not as his. I want her to be pressed into my side. Wearing my Ferrari Shirt with the black 16 printed on her, so everyone could see that she is mine.

I can feel how my body responses to her and it scares me. I never responded to someone like I do to her and I just see her for the first time in my life. I didn't even talked to her until now but my body feels like I'm craving for her over centuries already. I want to touch her, feel her and taste her. I want to hear her voice that will probably sound as beautiful as her laughter. I want to remove those shitty sunglasses to see which orbs will look at me. A beautiful Smaragd? A deep Ocean? Or maybe some chocolate drops?

Suddenly something hard hits the back of my head. I instantly snap out of my thoughts. "You alright, mate?" Carlos asks while he lowers his water bottle. I just nod, still keeping my eyes on her. Lewis points something out in the distance again while she looks up at him. Her body language looks calm and I bet my ass, that her eyes look at him fully in love. I want her eyes on me not on him. God, I sound like a fucking teenage girl.

"...would you do that for us?" Lando asks into my direction. "What exactly?" I ask still staring. Leaning forward and pressing my elbows deep into my legs to get a distraction. "Punching Max into the face!" Pierre states while he waves his hand in front of my face. I loose my gaze on her and look up at him, then at Lando. "Are you completely mental?! Why would I voluntarily mess with him? I drive fast cars but I don't want to die while doing you guys a favor!" I grumble. "Oh Please! It would help us so much!" Lando begs me.

"What would help you guys?" Appears a male voice next to me. As I look up I can see Sebastian standing in front of me. "I need his help for the race weekend!" Lando answers with a begging look into my direction. I roll my eyes and look back at the pit line in front of the garage. Trying to spy on the beautiful creature again but there is something missing in my plan. Something very important. Her.

Lewis still standing there looking with a questioning look into the right direction. Suddenly his gaze snaps over at us. His eyes widen and he leaves very fast into the right direction. Disappearing behind the end of the garage gate, leaving me behind with my racing thoughts. 

Who is she? Why is she here? What did Lewis show her? What relationship do they have? Hopefully not more than a friendship or siblingship. Why did she disappear out of nowhere? And why was Lewis nervous to see Seb? I mean he didn't care as we were without Sebastian, which is why I assume that the Aston Martin Driver is the reason for their fast disappearing. What does Sebastian Vettel have to do with those two?