Strangers | Carlos Sainz Jr.

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breaking: ferrari signed its first ever female rookie driver in f1 history!
comments : - oh i bet you she'll crash on the first race lol
- women☕️
- i'll give her 2 months before leaving this job LMAO

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Anastasia Scott

I closed my laptop, letting out a sigh, i shouldn't have opened twitter. Of course, it would be full of people not happy with a woman being on the grid. What was i thinking.

It was thursday afternoon, the day before the free practice of the Bahrain grand prix, and i had to go to a meeting with my team.

I put on a simple white top, a ferrari racing jacket and put up my hair, as i left my apartment. I opened my ferrari's door and entered it. I loved how i felt like the car perfectly fitted me.

Everything seemed so comfortable for me, it was like the car was made for me, it had that slightly warm feeling. I put on some music, driving to where we had to meet.

Driving in the sunset with music blasting out of my car was my favorite thing ever in the world, no one can understand how good it feels until they experience it.

I finally arrived, and slightly sighed, disappointed that i had to leave my car. I still opened my car's door, and stepped out of it. Instantly, flashes blinded me. Of course, there would be paparazzis, but i didn't expect this much. Their voices were so loud and annoying.

How does it feel to be the only woman on the grid? Are you afraid of other drivers because they're males and they'll be better?
Is your only task to help your teammate win?

Assholes.

I rushed to the building's door, opening it and closing it quickly. I slowly exhaled as i put my hand on my face. Would i have to stand this the whole year? For fuck's sake.

I recomposed myself quickly, and got on the elevator, heading to the 5th floor where the meeting was gonna be in. When the door opened, my eyes opened from the shock.

The room looked and smelled... expensive. I didn't know if i belonged here. There were a lot of people. I slightly bowed my head to them, then took a sit. I was pretty uncomfortable, i didn't know anyone there.

"Is everyone here?" someone said. I believed this was the team principal, even though i wasn't sure. He spoke again.

"For new people, my name is Frederic Vasseur. I'm the ferrari team principal. I would like to welcome our new rookie, Anastasia Scott, please give her a round of applause" he smiled.

People at the table applauded me as i slightly grinned, i was happy of how they were so nice to me. I still noticed someone wasn't applauding.

He was just sitting down, slightly leaning back on his chair, his arms crossed on his chest. His eyes were cold, i felt goosebumps just by looking at them.

"I would also like to welcome back our champion, our smooth operator, Carlos Sainz!"

Of course, he was my teammate. A fucking world champion. I hated this. I hated him.

Like when they applauded for me, i didn't applaud for him. His eyes met mine like they did earlier. Cold. So fucking cold. I looked away, uncomfortable of how i felt like his eyes pierced my soul. Luckily, Vasseur spoke again.

"I hope we'll all get along well. Scott, anything to say?"

I slightly smiled.

"Yeah. I'll be this year's world champion and i'll do whatever it takes to achieve it" i spoke slowly.

People at the table were shocked, but applauded politely. But he didn't. He kept staring at me with his cold eyes.

How could he have such a warm color in his eyes despise them being so cold?
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first chapter, might be short but the other ones will be longer :)