GP is my hero. - @JessicaBond57
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ITALY
14TH RACE WEEKEND OF THE SEASON
SEPTEMBER
"Did you learn anything?"
"No, not really."
"Well done."
I replay the video clip on my phone, laughing as I hear GP essentially tell Max off like a child within a handful of words. Max sounds so annoyed that I kept holding him up. Good. He shouldn't have tried to push his luck during a practice session. I quickly send it to my family group chat - which only contains me and my parents - so they can enjoy how deadpan GP is.
I shouldn't... but I send it to the rookie group chat as well.
GROUP: ROOKIES (&Yuki&Lando&Mick&Danny&Charles)
Fast Rookie (Me);
GP telling Max off is the
highlight of the season.
Best Looking Rookie (Liam);
Someone buy that guy a beer.
What a legend.
Aussie Rookie (Oscar);
"Well done" LMAO
He sounds like a parent when
they say they're not mad, just
Disappointed
Fast Rookie (Me);
"Did you learn anything" LMAO
No, GP, no he did not. He's just
mad he couldn't get past me.
Aussie Rookie (Oscar);
LMAO YOU DID THAT ON
PURPOSE??? LEGEND!!!
I bet he's well fucked off
Best Looking Rookie (Liam);
Jess you are a menace I love it
American Rookie (Logan);
Sorry to ruin the chat: FIA are
mad about traffic today, might
set a min lap time for tomorrow
and maybe the rest of the weekend.
Aussie Rookie (Oscar);
Ah
Fuck
Angry Not Rookie (Yuki);
Good. It was a fucking joke.
I'm halfway through typing my own response to Logan's information when another message appears on my phone. I smirk at it. I knew it was coming.
Vershtoppan (Max);
Open the door.
Jahsica (Me);
Rude. One minute.
So much for any separation, I silently muse as I abandon my phone on the bedside table and go to the door. I barely get it open before everything changes. Max forces his way in, slamming the door shut with one hand; the other pushes me against the nearest wall. There's a darkness to his eyes as he stares me down, expression filled with a mixture of anger and something else.
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FanfictionI knock on the door; I'm greeted by Lando, who goes from a grin to sheer shock in half a second. His eyes are fixed on the Dutchman at my side. His brain is working so fast to process the unspoken information; his mouth is still open from the hello...