𝘽𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍, max verstappen

chapter twenty-two.

camila spent her evening leading up the the race tomorrow in the confined space of her hotel room — trying to relax. however, waves of doubt and confusion flourished her mind. after qualifying, when she had tried to congratulate lewis — he had brushed her off, ignoring her presence and soon being nowhere to be found. it made camila wonder if she was overthinking things... but she wasn't.

because lewis; who was also sat in his hotel room, searched his thoughts for how he would be able to manage ignoring camila's presence from now on. because the reality was — he couldn't bear to even look at her, too hurt by the betrayal. he also desperately tried to grasp the reality that camila had kissed max of all people. it just seemed so wrong — max verstappen and camila rivera, they were polar opposites, they lived completely different lives.

getting dressed into team attire, camila was now headed to the track. politely waving to the cameras and offering a smile, she soon meet with meg — who discussed what media she had to do for the weekend, while camila held back an eye-roll at meg's complaints about her needing to watch what she says. it was all meg did now, scold camila for being 'unprofessional'.

after doing a few interviews and whatnot, camila's mind swirled with anticipation — as she now sat in her driver room, taking the final few moments to herself before soon getting in the car to begin the race.

"and it's lights out and away we go!" crofty announced as the cars begin to go at rapid pace.

camila maintained p2, defending max in p3 continuously, whilst also pressuring lewis — she needed this win. the battle continued between lewis, camila and max, meanwhile chaos and collisions ensued behind, causing yuki and mick to already dnf after the first few laps.

as the race progressed, lewis and camila constantly fought for the lead, after a slow pit stop from max — he was further behind the pair.

and as the team watched intently from the garage, a sudden suspense filled the air, a new feeling of competitiveness between camila and lewis that nobody had ever seen.

toto crossed his arms as he sternly watched his two drivers, in a continuous fight for the lead. it was giving him a sense of deja vu — and he didn't like it. at all.

"james; tell camila give lewis the lead, they're not doing this shit" toto scoffed, tapping the shoulder of james, who nodded quickly, radioing in to camila.

"camila — let lewis pass please. stop defending" james spoke, his voice as monotone as ever.

were they being serious?

camila had never, ever, been told to let lewis by. she was never treated as second place — they had made an agreement on that. and camila had made sure toto was still aware of it just a few weeks ago.

and now; here camila was, being told to give up her position to lewis.

"i'm not doing that — we've talked about this" camila responded, still maintaining the lead, still defending her position from lewis. because she wasn't going to listen, and toto was crazy to think that camila would. because doing so would be against her and lewis' agreement. the agreement they had made since the beginning.

they always had a fair fight, they understood each other on the track and they knew when to push and when to not — that was why they'd never had a collision before. they knew each other.

"why is camila not letting me pass?" lewis complained, growing frustrated with camila — not just on track.

"we've told her mate" bono responded; a scoff almost present in his voice. the whole team watched and listened to camila ignore the team with clenched fists — anxiety was now practically visible in the room as the battle between the two mercedes only grew tenser and tenser.