𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑

1. 𝓡𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓑𝓵𝓾𝓮

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍1 𝘧𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦: 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦le Ruello 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘓𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘤. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭-𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘍𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭."

𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

As I listen to the  commentary before quali, I feel my jaw clench just at the sound of his name. I had many valid reasons to dislike him and plenty more to hate him. I dreaded the upcoming interviews with him which I already knew the outcome of. He had a certain aura that makes me want to ruin someone's face and bloody up my fists.There were times when he would consume my mind completely, no escape, nothing.

Suddenly I feel my headset being lifted off my head and my ears feel cold. I whip around to find the tanned face of my Spanish best friend- Carlos Sainz. 

It didn't matter to me that he raced alongside Charles, or that he was spending increasingly more days with him and sparing me less time than before. I wasn't jealous, no not at all.

 But who was I kidding. I'm jealous of the person who walked past me and didn't trip in the same spot I had a few minutes before. I was jealous of the person who owned a friction pen. Hell I was jealous of the person who even had a pen. I had been told many times in the past that I had jealousy issues, not only by my 'good-for-nothing-apart-from-karting-payment-family', but also from a few friends.

"How is my favourite Briton doing this fine day in Australia?" His deep accent rang through my ears.

"I'm doing alright, thinking on how to not crash Charles' car accidenatlly-on purpose. You?" I almost cringed at my rather strong british accent, something I didn't exactly like. It's the first thing that people noticed about me, and they always made a point to tell me. As if I haven't lived with it for 25 years. 

"You know, he's been trying this season. He really wants this year under his name. Please, try for me if not for him, don't ruin it for him." Carlos said almost disappointedly, I could tell he was trying to guilt trip me a little.

"So? I want this year under my name too. You know how hard it's been fighting against Max? Against my teams golden driver, their favourite, perfect boy. Don't get me wrong I love having Max around as a teammate but for the past two seasons I've been put down, ignored.....I wanna impress Christian, I wanna show them that I can have p1 as easy as p2 or p3." I retorted immediately, a small bubble of anger growing inside my stomach. Not only was Red-bull putting me and my efforts down, but now so was Carlos. Its not like Charles was any better than me. Sure he had a couple of wins secured and all, sure, I was still on the 2nd or 3rd step, but I can still drive, I'm no worse than all the p1 sitters.

"I know-"

"No Carlos i don't think you do, what's happend to us? We used to be best mates. Now you're giving me this chat about how your teammate wants to win so I should hang back a bit. Hang back a bit and get sacked? Hang back a bit my arse." I snap at him, I hadn't meant to sound rude, in my head it looked different. The situation had played out differently in my head than real life. I hadn't thrown the thought of him just sighing and walking away into my mind, but that's exactly what he did. He sighed as if he were a teacher waiting for a class to go quiet, turned on his heel, and left. My mouth was slightly parted as I watched him leave, slightly surprised. Carlos wasn't the type of person to just walk off, away from me. Had I been too harsh? Did I over react? Wasn't my problem now I guess, can't take it back.