Zoe
I wanna kill you but at the same time I love you so much.
That was the text that Lando had sent me yesterday, I believe at the moment he realized that I wasn't his date but Carlos was. After this message he hadn't texted me anything so I assumed that it was a great evening.
It was race day here in Monaco and as I was walking through the paddock and past the McLaren garage the young Brit came out and hugged me tightly.
"Can I experience the race today or will you kill me right now, your message wasn't that clear." I asked sarcastically and we laughed.
"I wanted to kill you for the second I saw Carlos coming over instead of you. His look wasn't clear and I was scared but I was just because he also was surprised. Thanks to you and Charles I guess."
"From your big smile and the fact that you didn't came over last night to actually kill me I can tell that it went well, didn't it?"
"You have no idea." Lando started dreamy, "We talked so much and looks like we have a lot in common like games, music, long walks, deep talks, liking man."
To the end he got more quiet but his smile grew and I hugged him again.
"I am so happy for you Lando, you two are perfect together."
"Thanks Zoe, but we aren't together."
From his voice I could tell that this wasn't everything and therefore looked at him seriously.
"Maybe we agreed on dating and maybe we kissed." he mumbled but I understood everything and jumped in the air like a little girl.
"I am so so happy for you, you really deserve this."
"Without you I would have never been brave enough to ask him out so thank you Zoe."
He quickly gave me a kiss on the cheek and smiled shyly.
"I did nothing, just booked a table for two." I said and shrugged my shoulders.
"Next, I'll help you find someone after you've helped me."
We laughed but than I realized that he was serious about it so I shook my head.
"As long as I am in a "relationship" I can't see or date anyone so your help has to wait."
I took a sip of my coffee and looked over the paddock where I spotted Verstappen in front of RedBull. Lando seemed to had followed my look.
"Or maybe you start dating your "boyfriend" that wouldn't be problem." He said dry and I almost choked on my coffee.
"It's a problem because he's an arrogant, self-absorbed guy who doesn't like me and who insults or embarrasses me at every opportunity."
"I didn't hear the part where you don't like him." Lando said and grinned at me.
"Of course I do, I hate him." I nearly shouted and slapped the Brit's arm before he could disappear into the garage.
So there I was standing alone in the paddock but I couldn't move as my view was a couple of garages away on the Dutch, who was standing there, talking and laughing with his trainer and some other man. I did hate him, didn't I?
Oh yes I did hate him.
Unluckily Verstappens race ended quite early because of a driving mistake where the car had ended up in the wall. Angry he stormed into the garage and through his helmet in a corner before disappearing towards his drivers room and now Christian had told me to get him back.
It was a coincidence that I was down in the garage as some engineer wanted some date so I went down to bring it to him at the same moment as Verstappen stormed through. Christian then said I should go and talk to him so he calm down a bit and come back for discussions and the media stuff.
Why me? From all the people down there he picked me, but probably he said it that I should be the one to calm him down as all the other people thought I was his girlfriend, I didn't know. But as he was the boss I had to do it and was now on my way to his drivers room.
Before I knocked I breathed once more in and out. Than I raised my hand and knocked twice. Nothing. I did it again and again there was no response. Was he even here? Carefully I opened the door only a bit to look inside and there he was.
Sitting on his small couch and scrolling on his phone. I felt anger building up because he didn't respond to any of my actions.
"Are you for real?"
His head snapped around and he looked at me wide-eyed. It wasn't the fact that someone came into his room though, it was who it was.
"You?"
I ignored his question and didn't even go inside his drivers room, standing in the frame between door and wall.
"Christian wants you down in the garage." I simply said and waited for his reaction and he really stood up and came over.
As he was standing in front of me I opened the door even wider so he could go past me but he didn't move and just looked down at me.
"And what do you want?" he asked and the way he did it gave me a weird feeling in my stomach.
You. That was the first answer my brain offered me but I had to laugh at it. He was clearly the last thing I want. But his blue eyes starred into mine and I wasn't able to move or think straight. He noticed it and started to grin. Why even was I watching his lips I thought and quickly stepped back.
He was playing and was really good at it I had to admit but not with me Verstappen.
"Your engineer wants to talk to you and then you have media stuff to do." I said while walking away from him.
Another sentence was on the tip of my tongue and I couldn't hold it back, it was just too much fun teasing him.
"Since you finished the race early, the media zone is completely empty, just for you."
I heard quick steps behind me and before I could realize what was happening I felt a hand around my wrist, his hand, he touched me. I startled and my back crashed back at the wall of the small corridor in the hospitality.
Suddenly Verstappen was standing in front of so I was caught between him and the wall. His hand had long left my wrist and he was just looking at me, it was quite intimidating but at the same time a positive feelings went trough my body and I had to bit on my lower lip.
His view went down to it for a moment and mine felt also on his lips. It was crazy, what was I even doing here I thought and closed my eyes, hoping he would just laugh and step away. I wasn't able to play the game at the moment but I was sure he could.
"Don't say that again or make fun of me."
Suddenly the mixed feelings in my body changed and anger came up.
"I'm supposed to take a back seat, but you can insult me and badmouth me whenever you want?" I said challenging and angrily look up at him.
He was perplex with my comment and wasn't sure what to say for a moment, but I had something to say.
"Just fuck off and never touch me again. I hate you."
I didn't know what he would think of this or if it even was a move in our game I wasn't sure about anything anymore. He just messed up my mind once again and I couldn't think clear when he was near me. I always felt this anger in me but lately something different was mixed up with it and I wasn't sure if I liked it.
And the worst, tonight after the race was our "date". The dinner Christian had organized to show the people something from our normal life, outside of racing. How should I survive this? Maybe I could pretend to be sick.
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Pretending | Max Verstappen
Fanfiction"I warn you, don't fall for me," he said, but fell instead.
