The first woman in F1

Chapter 1

You can't understand how much I hate media. After another win and what seems like a thousand years of interviews (more like 3 hours) I have gotten the chance to go to my driver's room and take a very-needed shower. Before entering my room, I saw my twin talking with his boyfriend, my teammate, about how he felt and shit like that; I was not in a good mood to care about either of them. Being a woman in motorsports comes with sexist, inappropriate, and simply rude comments or questions from people who do not know the whole story of my life they just like to create their truth while making me the villain and this fact simply makes me hate media even more than I already did.

I entered my room and I was ready to go straight to the shower because I had a meeting right after the media pen and I hate being late to stuff; the door swung open and I turned around who it was. I looked with a cocked head at the door because I didn't expect to see Charles there, he made eye contact with me and said:

"Qu'est-ce que c'était que ça ? Tu me détestes tellement que tu veux me tuer?" [What the hell was that? You hate me so much that you want to kill me?]Charles screamed.

"I don't know what you are talking about Charles. I was driving and you turned into me. You are the one who nearly killed me. Not the other way." I screamed back at him.

"That is not true. You were supposed to leave me space."

"No, I am not. I was first in the corner so my corner, not yours. Do you want me to teach you how to drive a Formula One car now or what in the world are you doing here?" I said looking him up and down like a mad person. I didn't need this after the shit media I just had.

He glared at me at first but after a few seconds his body language completely changed, he started moving his body weight from foot to foot, he avoided my eyes and completely ignored me even though I was in front of him, there were like 2 cm between my face and his.

"Charles? What are you doing here? And do not ignore me this time." I said with a harsh tone, and he finally looked me in the eyes. He had a small blush on his face, and his eyes were dark as night, but they were brighter than usual, I don't know if it was because we were so close, or it was because I stayed in the 40 degrees outside for that long that I have gone crazy.

"Juliette, s'il te plait ne me déteste pas encore plus après ça." [Juliette, please do not hate me even more after this]He said and then he kissed me. When I felt his soft lips on mine, everything stopped, the bad mood I had before disappeared in a second and at the same time my brain was long lost in the past and how Jules had been right since the beginning.

Hi, I am Juliette Mikaela Maxine Vettel, or Julie and this is my story as the first woman in Formula One. My story is complicated, but thrilling if you are fascinated by the idea of a woman in this sport. Right now, the most important thing you should know is the fact that my first year in F1 was 2014 as a Red Bull driver ( 2013 I was a reserve driver for Red Bull and Toro Rosso) I was born in 1996, I have a twin brother, my uncle is Sebastian Vettel and I didn't have a normal childhood; if you thought that Max's childhood was bad, mine was way worse.

Hi. I hope you like the start of my story. I am not English, so sorry if I have any mistakes. If you have any questions don't worry about leaving them in the comments and I will try to answer without any spoilers. I also have a TikTok account where I have some edits based on this story and there I am a bit forward with the story, but you won't necessarily understand it easily from them, that's why I decided to write it down. If you have any suggestions, please leave them in the comments.