𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ~ | 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯

Thin Ice

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"That's P2 Sabri!" Will yelled excitedly over the radio. I pumped my fist happily. The car had run smoothly, and I had missed Hamilton by only 0.023 seconds.

"Whoooo! Great result for tomorrow! Thanks to the team!" I said back. I couldn't stop grinning as I pulled up behind the number two sign and clambered out of my car. I pumped my fist in the air again before jumping down and going to take off my helmet. I had gotten P2 and outqualified Verstappen. I quickly hopped onto the scale after Lewis. Everything was going my way. Until it wasn't. I may have jinxed it.

"And- Oh no! I have just been told that our new rookie, Sabrina Hawke, has received a five-place grid penalty." Crofty's voice came over the speakers.

I froze.

That's not true. Right?

I turned around, trying to find someone I could ask. Will was pushing his way to the front of the crowd behind the barrier. I jogged over to him.

"What is he talking about, Will?" I asked urgently.

"Max reported you for impeding him on turn four. I saw it, but I didn't think it was enough to get you a penalty. Especially that severe." He shook his head. I let down my hair with a frustrated groan.

"That isn't fair! I got out of the way! He was the one who was trying to take the inside line. It should be him getting a penalty." I clenched my jaw, looking over at him as the Dutch driver jumped out of his car, a smirk plastered on his face. I couldn't see his face of course because of the helmet, but I just knew. Call it a gut instinct. He and Lewis shook hands.

"I'm sorry, Bri, but it's done. I can't do anything about it." He said sadly. I drained my bottle of water. Hydrate, hydrate. "But, hey, it just means you'll have to fight harder tomorrow. It's not over yet." He told me firmly.

"I know." I gave him a small smile. I glanced over at Max, who was now doing his interview. "I'm going to kill him." I muttered with a scowl.

"What was that?" Will ran a hand through his golden brown hair with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm going to talk to him." I replied innocently.

He started to say something, probably telling me it was a bad idea, but I walked away. I didn't want the voice of reason, I wanted satisfaction. Or at least an explanation. I sat on the front tyre of my car while I waited for Max to finish. I traced patterns on the rubber absentmindedly.

"Hey." A voice made me look up. It was Lewis.

"Hi." I smiled and stood up.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

"We haven't officially met. I'm Lewis." He said it with a friendly smile, holding out a hand. I grinned.

"I know. I used to watch you race when I was a kid." I smiled and shook it.

"I feel so old when people say that." He sighed.

"Don't say that. You are still pretty young." I said it quickly.

"I'm just messing with you." He laughed. I laughed nervously. It was strange and exciting to meet my idol after all this time. All I could do was beg my mind not to embarrass me. Take the day off maybe.

"Thank god. Oh, sorry, I'm Sabrina." I smiled.

"I know. You are all anyone can talk about at the moment." He winked. I couldn't help but smile. "Sorry about the penalty. I don't think you deserved that. Especially in your first race." He patted my shoulder. I thanked him.