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isabellagrey: Don't worry guys, I hate him. 😭 __________________________
ISABELLAS POV:
After that photo of me and Max was posted, the media went crazy. People were talking about how cute of a couple me and Max would be and it even got to a point when an interviewer asked me if me and Max were dating. However, I quickly shut it down by looking into the camera and saying "Me and Max aren't dating. We are just friends and team mates." And then i reported the interviewer to Christian for asking inappropriate questions, it was Max's idea.
The media didn't stop, but the questioned had stopped. Besides, me and Max both knew were would be shipped with each other at some point.
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PRACTICE DAY.
Practice day. I was up nice and early to look some what decent so I looked nice when I walked into the paddock. I applied some concealer, blush, and mascara before getting into my car and driving to the circuit. I was nervous as Max had recently got a lot better results than me on the sim, but Christian and Max both told me to not worry about it and focus on my driving on track.
As I got out of my car I heard a voice behind me, Max. "Isabella! Hey, wait up!" He shouted after me, I quickly turned around after hearing his voice, as we made a promise that we would walk in the paddock together.
"Fuck, I need an energy right now." I sighed walking next to him. I was so tired.
"Well I'm sure we have enough Redbull's in the garage to last a life time." Max said, chuckling to himself. I liked that about Max, he was funny and he knew it.
As the time counted down to 15 minutes, I quickly had my final sip of Redbull, before putting my race suit and helmet on, cameras were on me everywhere. I get I'm a new driver but this is so much. "Is it because I'm a woman?" I thought to myself but smiled underneath my helmet when I realised how dumb I sounded calling myself a woman.
I knew I had to set fast times, maybe even faster than Max if I could. But I knew Max was a two time world champion and I should be happy with second. I just needed to be in the top three.
"Cmon Isabella you can beat Max's time? 1:32.474 seconds." I put my foot down on the accelerator, and cross the line. "No! You were off by 0.0014 seconds! So so close!" My engineer spoke quickly, as he does, obviously I was disappointed that I was so close to beating Max's time. But I knew I did good.
Saturday went smoothly, and I was starting 2nd in the race on Sunday. So much pressure was on my shoulders, but everyone seemed to love me on social media, yeah, there'd be the comment here and there about women in motorsport, but I really didn't care.
RACE DAY:
I quickly got in my car as everyone began leaving the grid after the national anthem.
