𝘽𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍, max verstappen

chapter three.

camila awoke from her deep slumber, and noticed toto's contact on her home screen.

meeting at 8.

she already began to dread it. he definitely wanted to talk about yesterday.

max also found the same message, from christian, on his screen.

meeting at 8.

as camila entered the room, she was met with toto sitting at his desk, but what truly startled her was christian horner, who was sitting next to him, and across from the two was none other then max verstappen.

oh god. camila thought to herself as she smiled politely.

"thanks for coming camila, come sit next to max." toto broke the silence first.

she nodded as she made her way to the seat next to max.

"how are you camila?" christian kindly asked as the spaniard responded, "i'm well christian, thankyou."

she looked over towards max, who was sitting in his seat, a cold expression on his face.

surely he would get over it.

max did not want to get over it.

he was pissed off. he had to be.

but camila's graceful presence and radiant smile almost pushed his displeasure aside.

almost.

"you're both probably aware of why we've organised this meeting between the two of you, and the reality is, something needs to change." toto began, as christian nodded along.

"max, your behaviour was disrespectful and out of line" christian explained to his driver as max sat in his chair, scowling at his statements.

"but camila, your..." toto paused, "...outburst, was not appropriate, neither christian or myself will accept any physical violence in this sport.

camila nodded. she felt embarrassed.

"we know this family history and whatnot has been a big talk amongst the media, and your altercation last night has caused a lot of controversy we do not want for the remainder of the season." christian continued.

toto began to speak; "we do not want your displeasure of one another to change the way you compete. you need to sort out your differences."

differences. it was an understatement.

max and camila were from complete different universes.

they were nothing alike. polar opposites. camila was a warm bright sunshine, and max was a burning flame.

but they were bound to ignite at the touch of one another.

and they hated that. they hated that something between them would ignite if they even dared to be around one another. it was bound to be destructive.

neither of them could disobey their families.

"i don't understand", max spoke up, "what are you trying to do here?" he questioned angrily. he didn't have time to become wrapped in and blinded by the sunshine that was camila rivera. he needed to focus for the season.