QUALI TIME!!!! ignore that i learnt what this sport was like 10 mins ago and now im a driver but i am PUMPED!
i jumped in my little car and drove out of the garage, ready to take pole.
on the track, i begin to fight for my life, trying to set a good lap time. i think i did a decent job when i get a message over the radio from my engineer who was crying. 'y/n... come in to the garage,' he says through sniffles.
'girl why tf r u crying thats so embarrasing??' i answer back while coming into the garage.
'i accidentally talked to max during the braking...'
-IN THE GARAGE-
i pull off my balaclava and tie my little cutsie onesie around my waist to reveal my sexy white fireproofs underneath. christian walks over to me puts a hand on my chest.
'too close to my titty witties bucko,' i say
'i know' he says with a wink.
'oh no thats not'
'i js came over to say you are proper shit and i regret taking u into my team,' he replies, dropping his hand.
'well fuck me-' i start
'gladly' he cuts me off
'cmon now christian be serious buddy,'
'mb'
'i was gonna say, well fuck me thats a bit harsh considering i got pole,' i say rolling my eyes.
'girl are you fucking stupid' christian puts his hands on his hips.
'tf u mean i js got pole did u not see??'
'bitch u qualified p21' he retorts
'how tf do i qualify p21 theres only 20 cars??'
'idk girl your just that fucking shit they chucked liam lawson in another car. hes not even in a team or a real car hes doing the race in his fucking ugly ass toyota supra,' christian says in disbelief
'nuh uh'
'yuh uh'
'no way im that shit' i breathe out
'babycakes all due respect i was high when i brought u into this team,'
'bitch kys' i say pushing christian back slightly. we r abt to fight trust fr fr
'AND THAT IS POLE POSITION FOR MAX VERSTAPPEN!' i hear crofty over the loudspeaker.
'HOLY JEEPERS CRITTERS AND NUGGETS!!' i hear chrisrian exclaim as he turns to face away from me. he immediately gets on top of the table in the corner and starts stripper dancing for everyone. hes shakin that thang like theres no tomorrow and everytime he slut drops, someones sticks a fiver into his belt.
'what tf is this team,' i say as i turn around to see max standing right behind me and oh my days is he GLOWING! i have never been more passionate about someones incredibly good looks like this before and it is lifechanging. holy shit i want to do unspeakable things to this man and he hasnt even removed his balaclava yet. i gaze at him, i think i dived too deep in his blue eyes... (putting the reference underneath bc i fear i may be the only one who knows it)
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max finally removes his balaclava and i see his face, shiny with sweat and slightly flushed from the difficult quali previously. his hair looks stunning, messy but in the perfect way. he has lines under his cheekbones from his helmet and his lips are parted slightly, his breathing deeper and more desperate. the front strands in on his forehead are soaked with sweat. i feel very passionate about attractive men.
he looks at me staring and lets out a lion roar.
before i can answer christian cuts me off.
'MAXI TAXI' christian says, picking me up and body slamming me into the ground so he can get closer to max.
'oh hey christian,' max says, looking at the fivers stuffed in his belt.
'JA IT IS MY FAVOURITE DRIVERRR' christian says in a poor attempt of a dutch accent.
'yewouch,' i say, very hurt by not being christians fav driver.
'christian your not even dutch', max says, very confused.
'ja but i heard u like dutch girls so i will be for you,' christian replies tracing his jawline.
'bitch stop molesting me you fatass whale,'
christian gasps in shock, then winks. he runs back up onto stage, pulls out his phone and starts playing london bridge by fergie. 'THIS IS FOR MAXI TAXI MY LOVE,' he says while sticking his ass out and pointing at max next to me.
'how many drinks has he had??' i ask max.
'none. hes just naturally this cunty and slay,' max replies.
'oh, so hes like the nico rosberg of redbull,' i answer nodding.
max shakes his head in agreement before turning back to watch christian fucking it uppppp.
'ok queen!!' i hear hannah schmitz say from behind me, shes obvi digging whatever tf this is.
'hey, quick question,' max turns to face me and i do the same, thank goodness an excuse to look away from whatever tf christianis doing, mf is HIPTHRUSTING towards me and max now its horrifying.
'yeah ask away,' i answer
'did u ask to suck oscar piastri off in the mclaren garage earlier?' he asks with a snicker.
i felt so embarassed.
'did your dad leave you at a servo when you were ten years old bc u crashed during the karting world championships?' i retorted.
'ok bitch calm ur tits, that was unnecassary,' he holds his hands up in offense and defeat.
'girl you dating a woman 9 years older than you who literally groomed you is unnecassary,' i say taking a step closer.
'i mean i was gonna ask you if u wanted to go out with me and all the other drivers tomorrow night after the race but ok whatever,' max says looking down.
'oh no can i still come?' i ask
'im sorry i was just mentally abused by you and now u wanna hang out??' he says shocked.
'i wouldve thought u would be used to it, yknow bc of ur dad and everything,' i say in protest.
by this time everyone else in the garage had filed out, all that was left was me max and christian.
'HES DOING THE THUG SHAKE' max exclaims pointing at this mf who js keeps doing the thug shake, HE WONT STOP.
'do we js leave him?' i ask max.
'yeah... might be best,' he responds.
me and max leave the garage and get in our seperate cars. we wave farewell and drive off into the sunset.
