( italics are them speaking french ! only up until first line break)
ISABEL DIDN'T SEE MAX again until they crossed paths in the hotel lobby in hungary. even then it was absolute silence and they had gone in two different directions without any acknowledgement.
MAX had other things on his mind. well, one thing. his father.
his phone hadn't stopped buzzing with texts and missed calls since the end of the race in france. and max knew why.
it had everything to do with the cameras that picked up on his interaction with isabel once their sprint ended. it had to do with their further interaction in parc ferme. it had to do with the comment he made in an interview after the race.
he knew it would all be worse because he refused to respond to anything, but he had no energy to listen to his father spew utter bullshit. max even considered mentioning the fact that he'd slept with isabel twice just to see if it would drive jos to a heart attack.
things were good. max had his seat in red bull until his contract was up and he had enough points to put him in the lead to gain another world championship title before abu dhabi. it was a huge step up from the first half of the season where he had suffered retirements.
but things were also strange. he hadn't expected that his 2022 would end up with him sharing a hotel room with isabel leclerc, not when they had gotten into bad fights in the past. he hadn't expected to carry her out of an elevator in emilia-romagna. he hadn't expected to share an ice bath with her in miami. he hadn't expected to spend her birthday with her. he hadn't expected to kiss her in silverstone or sleep with her in austria.
things were far too different and it was all because of that stupid ultimatum that christian gave him and then that even stupider hotel-room-sharing thing that will and tori came up with. but was it really all that bad?
ISABEL was ready for summer break. as much as she enjoyed racing, she hated the politics and media behind it. and she hated the constant travelling when she just wanted to go home and avoid the stress and the weight of all things lamborghini. there was just one final race week before she could do so.
on the plane to hungary, isabel had spent her time writing in an english handwriting book. it did say it was for school children, but lando had given it to her as a joke and she was actually taking advantage of that. she had terrible handwriting and couldn't spell in english, so she was hoping it would help improve.
it didn't do much and obviously needed practice, but isabel still groaned in frustration and threw it across the jet whilst noah laughed at her.
"don't laugh," she had said to him.
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