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Chapter 5

I was back in the car ready for Q2. I pulled out quick so that I could get to the front of the pack and set my time early.

I began warming up the tires on my out lap. When I reached the start, I sped of as quickly as I could. My line was great and I was hitting the corners perfectly. However, when I reached turn 14, I felt my rear tires slip.

Fear climbed its way to my throat. The seconds slowed down. I managed to catch the tires, however a bit of speed was taken off which resulted in a less than satisfactory time.

I kept pushing the car but my time wasn't improving enough to make it into Q2. I was on my final out lap, it was hit or miss whether I would make it across the line in time or not.

The last few seconds of Q2 were approaching. I sped up down the straight.

I just made it in time for a final push lap.

I made sure to maintain the right line, hit the corners the right way, and accelerate and decelerate perfectly.

Immediately after turn 15, I accelerated down the straight to the finish to finish with what should be a good enough time.

I heard Aella's voice come over the radio, 'Great lap, that's P7, P7. Eliminated is Zhou, Bottas, Norris, Hulkenburg, and Ocon.'

'Ok.'

I pulled back into the pits and got out of the car to allow the mechanics to work on it. Getting to Q3 is a great debut qualifying, no matter where I finish. I put in my headphones and relax until the start of Q3.

We weren't out as quick going into Q3, most of the grid being in front when pulling out onto the track. We held off a bit longer to try and get out at a time where there wouldn't be so much traffic.

I completed my out lap the same as the other two sessions, warming up my tires. I sped off when I reached the start.

Everything was going well again. I was keeping a good line. I had caught up with the remaining McLaren at turn 7.

We began going into turn 8, when the McLaren cuts in front of me and leaves me no space. We make contact and go spinning into the wall. I braced for the impact as much as I could, but it wasn't pretty. I felt my head bang hard against the sides of the car and searing pain goes to my left leg.

'Are you okay, Blair?'

I take a few seconds to register.

'Blair, are you okay?'

'Uhm, yea. But fucking Piastri wont be once I'm done with him.'

I removed the steering wheel and got out the car to see an orange racing suit near by the McLaren.

I marched over there and began shouting.

'Why the fuck would you do that? You knew I was there. You can't just fucking cut me off like that. What on earth did you expect me to do?'

We were standing close by this point and he seems taken aback, hard to tell through the helmet though. Suddenly, and dizzy sensation overcomes me and I lose balance and trip slightly. I feel his arms on my arm holding me up.

'Get the fuck off me.' I say.

I went to go sit down, when I started feeling the searing pain in my leg come back. I began limping to the wall and I sat down with my head in my hands.

I felt a bit out of it but all I was hoping was that the car would be okay the drive tomorrow. It didn't look too damaged but it didn't look good either, some serious work would have to be done to make it drive able in a day.

I looked over at Piastri's car, it also didn't look as great, but it wasn't as bad as mine. Not very fair.

I heard Aella voice in my ear again, 'Blair, you need to go to the medical tent after you get a ride back to the pits.'

'Ok.'

Soon enough, the transport was here to take Piastri and I back to the pits. It was a quiet, awkward ride. He didn't seem injured either, but it seemed like he would also have to take a trip to the medical tent. Would it be bad if I said that there was something in me that was happy about that?

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A/N: Shorter chapter this time but hope you enjoy still! lmk if there are any mistakes as always.

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