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↳ 12. 𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘻

[ DOUBLE UPDATE! I REPEAT DOUBLE UPDATE. PLEASE READ CHAPTER 11 BEFORE YOU READ THIS. okay so i know i said see you next week in the authors note but i couldnt sit tight without ending Baku GP so this chapter is only the race BUT there is a twist. welcome to the first chapter from OSCAR's POV *throws confities* its not as long as the other chapters but its action packed. not edited so sorry for the errors. but vote. comment. share the love. i love you guys for loving my work so much that you have motivated me to write this chapter in under 3 hours haha. cheers! x Vi ]

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OSCAR hated the idea of not being able to score any points in the sprint but as he pulled his car up to Parc Ferme, he saw Aelina getting on top of hers, she had won the sprint. A first win for her, an insane win battling a Ferrari and a Red Bull out in front. And he may not show much emotion, and most things didn't bother him but watching the girl he battled for so many years stand up there accepting her sprint trophy just made him feel a certain way: anger that it wasn't him, jealousy that he wasn't fast enough, disappointment that he didn't have a good car like Porsche, but most of all it made him feel pride. Pride for the little ten year old Aelina with Pigtails.

"Mate, stare any harder and she might just disintegrate."

Oscar snapped out of his daze and turned to see Liam walk up to him. He still had his helmet on, but a ghost of smirk was present. Oscar just shrugged.

"Good race," Oscar said to him. Liam grinned.

"Thanks mate, tough luck to you but we've still got tomorrow."

"True."

Liam stepped on the scale and Oscar waited for his turn, but his attention drifted back to where Aelina was standing talking to both Charles and Max. One day he would be there fighting her again like he did all his life.

After the weights he was directed back to his driver's room to get changed before the post sprint race interviews.

Saturday turned out to be not a bad day, especially since he wasn't feeling the best this whole weekend. He felt ready to take of the race tomorrow and try to aim for points. At the end of the night, he laid in his bed scrolling through twitter seeing all the posts about the race, what Aelina had done today was considered a moment in history.

He pulled up his messages and hovered over her name, should he text her? Should he wish her? Or could he still find a way to get under her skin?

Decided that he didn't want to do either he threw his phone on the bed besides him and turned on the tv scrolling through Netflix trying to find something to watch before passing out.

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SUNDAY was race day and Oscar was ready for it. He had just driven his car out of the pits and down to the grid and his mechanics were wheeling him to his grid spot. P10 which was right behind Aelina's P8. Another race of the two of them being so close. And after yesterday's race he knew, he was going to give it his all to make it into the points. He hoped they wouldn't have a tangle like in Australia because that was not fun.