Quiet Moments c.l.

It's Yours For The Taking

"Baby you got the keys, now shut up and drive"
~Shut up and drive
By Rihanna

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My eyes fluttered open to see that the plane was beginning to land.

My breathing sped up as my nerves threatened to take over. I had to keep my anxiety's at bay or I would just turn around and run away. It was taking everything in me not to right now.

It's now 8 o'clock in the morning and I will be heading straight to the facility to start my race training and all of my fittings as soon as I get off the plane.

I sent in my entire body profile last night so they could get my suit measurements. I already had my recent measurements, I keep them to track training progress.

Excitement and dread split my body in half. I don't know what to feel. Half of me wants to be so fucking excited and run around screaming about it. Then the other part of me wants to curl up in a hole and die there.

I took my anxiety and depression meds quickly before getting off the plane. Hot girls have shitty mental health.

I had to hold my laughter in at my own thoughts. I'm pretty fucking funny.

After I grabbed my duffel bags from the little carousel thingy at baggage claim and then walked straight to the bathrooms.

After entering one of the many stalls, I unzipped my bag and grabbed the clothes from the bottom of the backpack.

I packed a 'hidden' outfit in my carry on so I didn't have to worry with digging through my suitcase.

I slipped on the black sweatpants and a Ferrari hoodie, very classy.

I went to the mirror within the stall and pulled my hair into a very tight low ponytail, so all of the pieces would stay out of my face. Then put on a black Ferrari hat and pulled the hood over it.

My hair was completely hidden. Not a strand of blonde could be seen.

Finally I slipped on my large framed ray bans. My identity was completely hidden. Like you can barely see any detail about me. I walked in here A.J. Castellanos, and I will walk out

I will have to be mindful of steering clear of Charles. I need to keep out of his eyesight, or he might recognize me and I really don't want that right now.

After spending over 19 years of your life together, I knew he would recognize me. Unless he chose not to, which is very possible.

After I exited the airport bathroom I went to the exit and caught a cab to take me to the facility.

I'm so excited to be back behind the wheel and back on a real circuit.

We pulled up and I climbed out with my bags.

I looked around. It was surreal. How did I get so lucky.

The message I had said the right side of the paddock and the door had 15 on the front. Since I was going nameless I would just be referred to as my number.

My own official drivers room. I put my bags down and I changed into the suit that was hanging up for me.

I put on my fire proof undersuit and then put my full suit on. I looked in the mirror.

I always knew I would look best in red.

A small patch on my arm had the initials J. H. L.

Jules my godfather, Hervé my second father, and my actual father Louis.

I can't believe they added that. That was incredibly thoughtful.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes but I quickly gathered myself.

I slipped on my balaclava and my earbuds.

After putting on my helmet making sure my hair was braided and tucked. I was ready to step straight into the car.

I didn't have to do anything besides get in.

The radios would have a device to change my voice and the team wouldn't even know who I was. I'm just number 15.

I got out of my room and went to my car. I gawked at the beautiful red car that sat in front of me. The number 15 was placed on the top.

My number. My car. My seat.

I slid down into the seat just taking it all in. I'm going to savor every single moment.

"Are you ready to go 15? Everything good?"

I nodded and gave a thumbs up. I had my visor down and not a piece of me was uncovered.

"Okay mystery kid the tracks all yours." He patted my helmet and pulled his headset up.

I started it up and pulled from the garage. This was my time and I will not waste it.

I pulled onto the pit road and headed towards the track, warming my tires up the best I could.

(A/N: the right side in bold will be the team back in the box and the left bold will be Athena's radio.)

"Radio check for 15."

"Loud and clear."

"Okay it's yours for the taking kid."

A smile broke onto my face as I flew through. The force pushed me in my seat but it didn't phase me.

This is the fastest I've ever been.

Precise turns and sharp straights. I'm doing good and it feels amazing.

This is comfortable. I never feel this safe and happy unless I'm in a car or with a certain person. But at the moment this car is all I got and we will take it far together.

As I sped through the circuit, it felt like I had driven it a million times. Well I kind of have on the simulator but still it's not the same.

This is amazing. The sun was shining and I was going close to 200 miles an hour. That's the true definition of happiness.

"You just set a fucking fast lap on your first damn time on the track!"

He was laughing and cheering. I laughed as well. I couldn't believe it.

"Fuck yeah let's go!"

After a few more laps on different tyres, it was time to box and stop for the day.

I got to the pits and climbed out. Everyone cheered for me and all eyes were on me. I'm so glad I don't have to deal with media. That was the worst shit.

I got a penalty once for threatening to hit a women in the face after a race because she tried to interview me. Ahhh good times.

"Good job. They are proud." Riccardo Adami, my race engineer whispered into my ear. He was told everything about me by Frederic Vasseur, the team principal.

He gave my a fist bump and nudged me to my drivers room.

I entered my room and took my helmet off along with balaclava and earbuds.

I pulled the suit to let it hang around my hips.

My breath released from my chest.

I can't believe that just happened. I did it. I've officially made it.

I held my suit sleeve in my hand staring at the patch with tears in my eyes and a smile on my face.

"We did it guys." I whispered.