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↳ 19. 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘢

alright here is a new upload for sour :) its early yes but i wanted to give it to you all because of how much i appreciate you, SOUR crossed 71K reads, that is insane and i cannot express how much it means to me. hope you enjoy reading.

yours, Vi x

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Two days after Aelina landed in Barcelona for her home Grand Prix, the city's vibrant energy was overshadowed by the continued storm of media scrutiny. Those leaked photos of her and Logan had caused a relentless wave of gossip and speculation that seemed to cling to her like a leach. The normally joyous anticipation of her home race was replaced by an air of tension and uncertainty.

Aelina found herself getting the worst of the media and fan hate. The images, from the club should never have made it out, she still couldn't believe someone would take a photo of her and logan and leak it like that. She had spent so long being careful and making sure things like this never had any digital footprint and now, the whole world had seen a picture (sure it was blurry) of her with her tongue down Logan's throat and neither of them even remember that moment. Fans, particularly Logan's female admirers, were quick to pass judgment on her, calling her all sorts of names that she shouldn't have let it bother her, but it did.

Aelina felt choosing not to address those pictures was making the issue worse, but both her media team and Logan's insisted on the fact that the drivers not make a comment. So, she did the only logical thing— lay low. Retreating to the quiet confines of her hotel room. The walls of her accommodation seemed to be the only thing holding the vultures back.

She gazed out of the window overlooking the city she loved, but her thoughts were clouded by the relentless attention on her personal life. The once-thrilling prospect of racing on her home turf now felt like an uphill battle against the shadows of judgment. The knock on her door drew her out of her thoughts and she walked over.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, open up," Liam's voice filtered through the door.

Aelina opened the door to let her teammate in. "Liam now's— Shit Log, you shouldn't be here." She pulled the door open to let the two drivers in and shut it before locking it. "What are you doing here?"

"I paced my room a hundred times trying to figure out how those pictures could have gotten out, the only people in that area of the club was locals or other drivers and teams..."

"Logan," Aelina sighed. "You're gonna drive yourself crazy if you go down this path. We don't know who leaked it, it's already out there what is the point of thinking this way?"

"I know but fuck Lins, it's not fair." He threw his hands up. Liam who was sitting on the single couch in the room looking between Aelina and Logan had not made a single comment.