❝ there isn't a word to describe how much i hate you ❞
❝ would it help you find one if i hit you with a dictionary? ❞
✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ- a story in which two rivals are given an ultimatum in order to save their careers while simultaneously fighting for the...
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THE HOTEL ROOM WAS eerily silent for a while. the atmosphere was tense, the bombs were on a timer and neither of them knew how much time was displayed on front of it before they exploded.
from an outsider perspective on the saudi arabian grand prix, it looked like isabel and max were being ungrateful for being p1 and p2. that perspective was right in a way; there were people who had come last or didn't finish and, hell, yuki tsunoda didn't even get to start the race due to technical issues.
so why were they so angry at each other?
max didn't cross the line first by a few thousandths of a second. that was faster than some people could blink, and yet he was furious that the one person he had this huge rivalry with had crossed it first.
isabel was angry because she was sick of max's bullshit. sick of the world's bullshit. the press conference went in the same direction that all the others went: asking her about max despite the fact that this was her win, asking what it was like to be a woman in motorsport, asking about her brother . . . asking about anything that had nothing to do with her race achievements. how was that fair? but no, when she spoke out about how unfair it was and that she wished they would ask her about her race performances instead, she was labelled as a bitch and heartless and a bunch of other things that made no sense.
now the world was angry that she had claimed the title as a cold, heartless bitch and ran with it because she knew that they wouldn't view her differently, no matter how she proved herself. it was easier to accept it than to try get her point across.
isabel adored noah ever since he had become her teammate. he had claimed her as an older sister and she saw him as a younger brother that she could pass on all her racing knowledge to. he was constantly asked how his races were despite the fact that he averaged out with p12 to p13 standing across most races and she averaged a p3 to p5, and yet she didn't get asked to talk about anything like that. noah was the one who had actually spoken to isabel about how unfair that was, but she had brushed it off in front of him because she was proud of how well his rookie year had gone and didn't want to bring down the mood.
she had no clue how she could be painted as purely a villain when she was evidently so kind to noah, her team, charles, carlos . . . basically the whole grid. but because max is in the picture, isabel leclerc is a villain who must be controlled.
pulling a shirt over his head, max exited the bathroom and stepped right into the battlefield. landmines scattered the floor around his feet and he carefully maneuvered around them until he made it into the kitchen. the same kitchen that isabel was currently standing in.
