You are an aspiring F1 driver, with the F2 season almost over you are one of the top prospects to join the F1 grid in 2023. But what happens in the off-season when you meet a girl, one that can make or break your career. Will you be the Lover or the...
"What do you think of the rumors of Redbull wanting to sign you?!"
"Are you going to stay at Carlin if you don't get signed?"
The interviewers were annoying as ever but recently since the season is almost finished they've gotten worse. I'm second in the championship on 119 points behind my fiercest rival Finn Archer. He has been atop the standings since the first race but his overconfidence in the car and 'rough' driving style have seen him been disqualified from one or two races already. It feels like the season just started but now I'm just one race away from a possible championship.
"You did good out there today kid" said the team principle James 'Grey' Neeson as I walked into the garage
"Second place isn't winning Grey" I said as I leant back on the table across the room and opened a bottle of water
"But it might win you a championship" he replied with a grin on his face
"Gray what are you on about" I said, getting off the table to go talk to him
"If you get second on Sunday and by God's will Archer stays at 6th or below-"
"I will win the championship?" I said cutting the end of his sentence off
"What if he gets fifth" I turned around to say before I left
"Then you have to win" grey replied with a more serious tone than before
"Fuck me... who said winning a championship was easy though" I said as I ran my fingers through my hair
"But atleast we've got the constructors bagged" Grey said as he grabbed a water of his own before I left for my hotel
I sat outside for a few minutes as the sun went down thinking about Sunday, how it was all or nothing I needed to win. I grabbed my bag and walked to the hotel on the circuits grounds. I entered the nearly empty Lobby only a few people sitting around. I walked past the waiting room to the freshly polished golden elevator and pressed the call the button. I waited for a few seconds until I heard a ping as the doors slid open and I stepped in and checked my watch, it read 8pm
"Yo Y/n wait" I stopped the doors closing for the familiar Australian accent of my teammate
"Simon, how are you bud" I reply as he gets into the elevator beside me
"I'm good" He said while smirking
"Why are you smiling like that" I asked with a chuckle
"Well I heard Mr Lando Norris is throwing an end of season party in a few weeks " he said as he playfully punched my on the shoulder
"okaaay I don't fully follow though" I replied as I leaned against the wall
"Well firstly there's gonna be dozens of celebrities and models there" he said, his smile growing even wider
"Which celebrities?" I asked a little more curiously
"Eh just medium ish names like Jimmy Butler, Madison Beer, Emily Ratajkowski, drake, and Martin Garrix I think" he replied counting off the celebrities on his fingers
"Wait wait wait so lemme get this straight hes got Jimmy buckets, A fucking supermodel, Martin fucking Garrix, DRAKE, and The Madison Beer" I said in shock
"You got a crush Madison Beer mate?" he snickered as he pulled out his phone to check a message
"I-I-I well it's not so much of a crush" I say, tripping over my words
"Oooh Y/ns got eyes for Madison Beer" He replied a little mockingly
"Haha real funny at least I'm not pining over a swimmer that doesn't know my name" I reply with a chuckle
"Guess what mate, Madison beer doesn't know you either" he said as he pats me on the shoulder
"Yeah I guess we both like women that have no idea about us" I sigh then laugh
"Shit I gotta phone me mum then I'm off to bed I'll see you in the morning mate" he says as the elevator doors open with a ping and he steps out
He pats me on the back and heads down the hallway. I go the same direction but a few doors over I entered my room before having a quick shower and brushing my teeth
Sunday was make or break for me, it was the potential difference between a seat in F1 or another year in F2.
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I groaned as I turned off my alarm and rubbed my face. I couldn't get much sleep last night cause I was thinking about the race today. I got out of bed and stretched before grabbing some fresh clothes and having a long, hot shower. After that I grabbed my backpack and team bramded cap and headed out the door towards the Carlin Racing garage where Grey and the team were prepping for the race.
"Ah y/n you're here great" Grey said as he came over
"Morning Grey what's the strategy for today" I reply putting my bag down
"Well it's 33 laps our current plan is to push the mediums to lap 21 and then go all out on the softs for the final 12 laps" Grey said as he motioned me over to the weather forecast
"push it to lap 22" I said after a minute of thought
"You will be driving on almost nothing by then" Paul "Waxer" Williams our head of durability said from the other side of the room
"But I will have a better chance of overcutting and getting p1" I replied
"But what if you dont?" asked Waxer
"fresher tyres, I can go harder on the corners and faster on the straights" I said as I took a look at the weather forecast for the day, clear weather and sunny skies the Abu Dhabi usual
"Even fresh tyres need a lap to get broken in" said Grey while adjusting his glasses
"I'll make it work trust me" I said confidently
"you'll make what work now?" I turned around to see my teammate walk into the garage
"You know just winning the F2 championship" I replied with a chuckle
"Well good on yer and best of luck mate" he replied as he extended his hand and I shook it
I left the team to head into the changing room for my final preparations before the race. I slipped my racesuit on and tied the arms around my waist before putting on my shoes and grabbing my helmet
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"Everyone gather round" Grey shouted out as the team formed a circle around him
"Today is the day gentlemen, Life's this game of inches, so is racing...The inches we need are everywhere around us. They're in every corner, every straight and every hairpin. On this team, we fight for that inch, we fight for that corner, we fight for that place and we fight for that win." the team erupted in a shout as everyone got ready. Me and Simon climbed into our respective cars and waited for the green light to exit the pitlane and form up on the grid...
