LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

SIXTY EIGHT

SIXTY EIGHT

TRIGGER WARNING: EMOTIONAL (I'M SO SORRY)

"The three of them are side by side, who is going to take the lead in the final stretch!"

Juan Manuel Correa shouted loudly as he sprinted through the paddock, running alongside his friends, Larissa Cohen and Anthoine Hubert.

The three of them ran alongside one another, all of them wanting to win since they knew that there was a prize of thirty thousand pounds at stake. Each of them had wagered ten thousands pounds of their own money, and both of the boys knew that Larissa would part with it a lot easier than they would.

They loved how the Brazilian had come to support the both of them at their race in Formula Two, at Spa, and they knew she would be their biggest supporter whilst they raced, screaming and cheering them on as much as she possibly could.

Because, they were her boys.

Anthoine was by far her favorite, Juan knew that, and he knew that he was in second place which he never minded, because she was always there supporting him and cheering him on until she had completely lost her voice.

As their little race came to the end, Juan released a squeal as the body of the Cohen girl leapt suddenly on to his back, making him halt in his steps to grab her and make sure that she did not fall and injure herself.

It also meant that Anthoine crossed the line first, winning their race and thirty thousand pounds.

"You did that deliberately!" Juan laughed as he tickled his best friend, hearing her echoing laughter, giggles and squeals as her hands clung to his shoulders, her smile making the both of the boys smile themselves.

"What's it like to be losers?"

Anthoine Hubert teased as he stood beside them in order to catch his breath back, happiness flooding his body knowing that he was now thirty thousand pounds richer.

He already knew what to spend the money on.

After his race, he knew that he wanted to take his best friends out for a meal that would hopefully make everything better.

He wanted to comfort his best friend Pierre, who had been dropped by Red Bull and was now going back to Toro Rosso for their race tomorrow, and he wanted to look after his other best friend, Larissa who was building herself up to prepare for her fathers death anniversary which was after the Belgium Grand Prix.

"Have you spoken to Pierre?"

Anthoine spoke to the Cohen girl as she stood beside him, leaning against the chest of the Correa boy, who's arms were draped over her shoulders.

"Yeah, he stayed at my house last night, Zahra and Esteban are with him, he said that he'll come and find you before you get in the car to wish you good luck."

Larissa Cohen smiled up at her best friend with a pained look in her eyes, knowing how bad their French friend would be hurting from being dropped by Red Bull and she knew that they would all need to rally together to look after him.

But they had a secret weapon, Anthoine.

He could cheer anybody up about anything. They all knew that.

"Have you spoken to anybody at Red Bull?"

"Nope." Larissa admitted. "I plan on punching Christian tomorrow if that's what you mean."

"Can I be there to watch it happen?" Juan spoke up with a bright smile upon his face. "Pierre deserved more of a chance than what he was given."

"I know he did." Anthoine spoke with a proud grin.