sour | oscar piastri

↳ 03. 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺

[new graphics for the povs cause i did not like the old ones, also i'm hoping the chapters start getting longer soon but no promises. i just have a idea of how i want to divide the parts into so i'm trying to figure out if i should do an entire race weekend in one chapter or break it up into several? any thoughts?]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"Why do you make my job harder?" Francesca let out a sigh as she sat down on the couch in the Porsche motorhome. "I had strictly asked you not to do one thing, one."

"Seriously?" Aelina was not happy. Why was she getting yelled at for something that was completely Piastri's fault. "I did not start it."

"But I had asked you not to get involved in anything that could result in bad press, did I not?"

"Sure, but he called me a firecracker, he knows I hate that. He is always trying to sabotage me on and off track." She could barely finish a sentence in English, swearing up and down in Spanish, cursing the Australian driver to hell.

"Aelina, we talked about this. We went through this in F3 and here you are again, letting him rile you up."

"I'm not letting him rile me up, I politely asked him to stop, he didn't."

"And what did you do after?"

Aelina mumbled not wanting to recall her first meet with Oscar after avoiding him for a couple years.

"Go on, tell me." Francesca nudged her to repeat the incident that was now plastered on all the news articles and twitter accounts.

"I threw my drink in his face," Aelina spat. "I don't regret it."

"You don't huh?"

"No," she folded her arms in front of her chest.

"I'm sure Ashley would love to hear that, maybe she regrets signing on a little girl who can't act like an adult."

"Don't!"

"Don't what? I need you to stop this, one more infraction and I'm gonna skin you alive. Trust me, you'll be picking up the slack for days." Francesca took a deep breath before reading over the schedule on her tablet. "You are in group c today, with Gasly, Verstappen, Russell and Sargeant, and please for the love of god, do not indulge any questions about the incident with anything but the statement I've asked you to say."

"Fine."

"Don't 'fine' me Aelina, I mean it."

"Yes! I got it."

Aelina got up and left the room she was seated in, done with the conversation between her and manager. Exiting the motorhome, she walked down to the garages. Porsche is garage was right next to Williams being the newest team on the grid, meaning her garage was right besides Logan's.