CHECKERED FLAG - c.l [2]

What If?

BAHRAIN QUALI

MAX VERSTAPPEN P1

MADELINE SCOTT P2

LANDO NORRIS P3

"We're going out." George says from my hotel door way as I'm brushing my hair.

I was way too tired to be going out after todays race; there had been so many interviews and fan interactions, draining me mentally.

The constant questions about Charles were getting boring now, but Amanda had prepped me a lot on what to say, despite wanting to just tell the truth about the whole situation.

I stare back at George who was wearing a dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up, leaning against the doorway with his arm above his head, smirking at me.

"No." I say, standing from the vanity chair and sitting down on the edge of my bed.

I hadn't seen much of Charles other than on the track during the race when he had tried to push me off, only for him to end up in the barrier 2 laps later.

"Serves him right," I had to Lewis through my comms as the safety car had come out and I was now back up close behind Max who was putting on a great battle but still pulling away from me on the straights.

I was happy with P2, but I had a point to prove this season, not to the media, or to my dad, but to Charles, that I did in fact belong on this grid. 

Security for mine and his team had done a great job of keeping him out the garage earlier when I noticed he was trying to get in to 'just speak' to me.

I had also bumped into him in the paddock on the way out, where he had originally smiled at me but George had given him a deathly glare, making him turn the other way.

"What do you mean no?" he asks me, stepping further into the room.

"Want me to say it in Spanish?" I say referring to the Teen Wolf episode we had watched last weekend.

He chuckles, sitting down on the arm of the couch as he watches me tie my hair up.

"Get dressed." He says, standing back up and turning to the door.

"What is it with you f1 guys not understanding about the word NO?" I yell as he's about to close the door.

The sound of the door closing makes me let out a grumble of curse words, standing from the bed and looking through the wardrobe of clothes Dee had packed for me.

I find a backless silver sequinned dress and a pair of black heels.

I had nothing else that was club worthy, but I knew if I didn't meet George downstairs then he would drag me by my feet out the door.

I knew Charles was going to be there, everyone was going to be there.

Including Lando who I was yet to see since the end of last season.

I rush doing my hair and makeup, my phone constantly buzzing next to me with texts from George, Lewis and Dee asking me when I was going to be ready as they were waiting for me downstairs in the valet with my car.

Grabbing my phone and a purse I leave the hotel room, letting the door slam behind me when I realise I had forgotten my room key.

"Fuck," I say as the door closes on my face before I can slide back in to grab it.

Deciding I'll stay in Dee's room, I get into the elevator and head down to the ground floor.

"Finally, what took you so long?" Dee rolls her eyes, leaning against Lewis's car as her gets into the drivers seat, obviously in a rush to get to the club.