"So I was just a fucking bet?"
"Well, I was just a dare, right?"
"Don't you fucking dare to compare some innocent
flirting with taking someone's virginity."
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Jasmine Leclerc gets dared to flirt with current WDC Max Verstappen, while Max in...
♬ ❝ De muren komen op me af, als iets mij stoort. 'K Wil praten maar ben bang dat ik mezelf niet hoor. Kan vluchten maar waarheen, ik zie de deur niet meer, kleur niet meer. 'T Is grijs, het lijkt alsof m'n angst de nacht beheert ❞ ♬
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♬ ❝ The walls close in on me when something bothers me. I wanna talk, but am afraid I can't hear myself. Can run away, but where to? I can't see the door anymore, no more color, it's gray, it seems like my fear controls the night ❞ ♬
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As we agreed upon, I would meet Charles in his driver's room before the race.
I was there doodling in my notebook when Arthur ran into the room. His face was pale, and his eyes were remorseful, "Please, tell me it isn't true."
"What?" I asked, standing up and walking towards my brother. "Arthur, what's going on? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Please tell me you didn't sleep with Max."
"Wh–" A nervous chuckle escaped my lips. Arthur knew damn well I had been saving my virginity. Until... yeah, until Max.
"Jas, please." His eyes were pleading.
But I couldn't give him the answer he wanted. So, I looked away. But my heart ached; Arthur had never looked so desperate.
And there must be a reason he asked.
"Arthur... I–, I can't..."
"I'm going to fucking kill him." Arthur turned around, but I quickly grabbed his shoulder.
"Arth, what's going on?"
"It was a bet. You were a bet."
"Sorry?"
"It was a bet. I don't know the details... but I heard him talk with Daniel and Carlos about you... about having made some kind of bet a few months ago," Arthur said remorseful; he could barely look me in the eye.
My mind raced, desperately seeking solace in the belief that there had been some misunderstanding. But deep down, I knew that his words carried the weight of undeniable truth.
The tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the world around me. I clutched my chest as if trying to hold together the fragments of my shattered heart. The room felt suffocating, its walls closing in on me, trapping me within a web of dishonesty and pain.
I stumbled backward, my hand slipping off Arthur's shoulder. It felt as if the ground beneath me had disappeared. I had trusted Max so blindly after weeks of trying to build my confidence around him.
I had told him about my insecurities, about being used by guys before, and yet, he let me believe it was real.
