"Cause you and I, we were born to die.."
Or
In which:
Lolita rozier "lita" and max verstappen despise each other that much that they can't stop thinking About one another.
Real life
Started: 28/9/23
Finished:
Book 1 of 'young and reckless' series
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It had been officially 327 hours since the fight between max and lita had occurred and it had been 327 hours of torture.
In the last two weeks lita had become a shell of herself, ridden with the feeling of betrayal and the feeling of grief in a sense...
she didn't understand how max had done this...how he had his much impact in her life.
Was lita really that gullible?
Was her life only worth so many figures to her own father?
There was so many things about this twisted situation that she couldn't understand...that she wasn't sure she'd ever understand.
Lita had let the guard down that she had built up to shelter and protect herself over years for someone she never imagined she would
Max had made her feel like she was finally special to someone, that she was finally good enough to be accepted for who she was and hadn't been expected to change...
For a long time lita felt like she had to mould her personality to fit in with others, she was a people pleaser after all but with max...with max lita felt like she could be anything she wanted and he wouldn't even blink an eye or try to change her.
She had told him about what her father had did to her mother growing up, the abandonment issues that she had grown accustomed too and even things she wouldn't even imagine telling autumn
She had let herself get carried away with something that was too good to be true...that was bound to end eventually.
For each day that lita refused to answer the calls or texts that max had left her day in, day out she would receive a boutique of yellow roses
Yellow roses that use to fill her apartment with joy and brightness but only brought herself further into a protective shell.
Each night max was haunted by the sight of her teary face and the hurt behind her eyes once everything had come to light
He wasn't sure why he expected everything to be okay, for being foolish enough to believe that lita would never find out.
The Dutchman felt like he couldn't breath half of the time it was like a night terror over and over again that would never come to an end
And so the longer that lita stayed silent, the longer she ignored his texts and calls or possibly the boutique of roses he had sent to every day the more the hope of hearing her sweet voice and seeing that smile that caused a warm feeling to irrupt in his chest slowly dwindled to the point that at the end of the week, the Friday they were to fly to Qatar he stopped calling...
He stopped the texts and even the flowers he sent each day which caused the brunettes sorrow and hurt that conspired in her chest to turn into anger
Anger that wasn't held towards max for it but towards herself.
She could admit that she was being petty and stubborn, she felt like she was doing what was best for herself by not acknowledging the Dutch driver that she called a teammate but maybe deep down she wanted to hurt him as well...to show him what she was feeling
But who knows, maybe he didn't care.
Lita knew that she wasn't crazy, that her and max had shared something special but at the end of the day they weren't anything official
She wasn't his girlfriend.
She wasn't the person that he'd come home to each night, she wasn't the person he'd publicly call his and not just behind doors or during sex
He didn't owe her anything, not the commitment or the fairytail ending that she had been dreaming off since she began reading
Lita was a pawn for the verstappens to manipulate, to use and that's all she has ever been no matter how many times she'd pinch her arm hoping she'd wake up and it to never have happened ________________________________
Aaron had felt a sense of anger and protectiveness over his half sister once he had came over on the Friday to fly out to Qatar with her
She was a shell of the bubbly person that once threatened to leave him at the Side of the road for saying that 'style' by Taylor Swift made him want to guage his eyes out.
When he got his hands on max her was gonna strangle the Dutchman.
The main thing that lita had been nervous about was sharing a room with max again
It use to be her favourite thing about the weekends but know it was something she was dreading again a full 180 to her first reaction to sharing with him.
But thankfully the Dutchman hadn't been there when she had got up the the city view room of '204' in fact you wouldn't even know that he had been there if it hadn't of been for the faint scent of his cologne, his suitcase tucked neatly under the bed and another bloody bouquet of yellow roses.
She was really starting to hate the colour yellow and even more so roses.
By the Saturday morning, the French girl felt some sort of relief when she had awoken alone in the cold bed which she was growing accustom to now
She had jumped into the shower, threw on a white pair of short and her redbull polo top when Aaron came up with crossiants and a Lewis monster the perfect pick me up breakfast
Aaron had been so sweet to her over the past few days and lita found it absolutely adorable with how protective he was being even though he was younger than her.
Isack hadjar was to take over her practise sessions which lita didn't mind to much because it gave her some time to get her head into the right stage before qualifying
It was as hot as a witches cauldron standing in the garage beside Aaron.
isack had a good run with ending up in 9th place for practise 1 and 8th in practise 2
Qatar circuit wasn't to bad for litas driving skills which allowed her to bank 4th in qualifying which Christian was happy with considering she gave up both her practise sessions for one of their academy drivers.
Pulling off her balaclava and pulling herself out of the redbull car, she caught a short glimpse of the Dutchman causing a longing pit to embed in her stomach
She had barely seen him at all which she wasn't sure if she was feeling relieved or sad about.
It was clear max had come to the garage late with being one of the last drivers to check in and was most likely to leave as soon as he could just like he use too
Biting down on her lip as lita watched him put his helmet away just as she did, she felt a bubble of anger arise in her gut
He didn't even bother glancing at her, he didn't acknowledge her...not even to fight
It was like both of the redbull drivers had moved back to stage one on a monopoly board where max would speak to her when she first moved to redbull
Watching as max walked out of the garage and away from her she let a exhausted sigh slip past her lips
It was gonna be a long weekend.
Au note// I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and this was a good draft because I just hated the first draft I wrote on Wednesday to publish and just re started. Max is an absolute idiot but I wanna try include Aaron more, especially with more bonding scenes xx
