COMPLETED: Love in the Fast Lane // Max Verstappen

Chapter 3

Y/N's POV

I got to Maeve's apartment at 8:07. What can I say? I'm always late. I pressed on the buzzer so she could let me in. "Who is it?" I heard her voice say. "This is Jeffrey and I am a part of the local Mormon group in the area. I was wondering if you had a moment of your time to dedicate to learning about our lord and savior?" I said putting on my best guy voice. "Oh of course young man. Come right up." Maeve said, playing along. I got up to her apartment after hauling my 10 pound makeup bag up the three flights of stairs. She rented this apartment for its character, but that also meant it had no elevator. "Why did you have to live on the third floor?" I said as Maeve opened the door. "Will pizza make up for it?" She said smiling as I walked in. "I suppose..." I said making my way over to the counter. "Did you perhaps see a lost mormon out there? I let him up too." Maeve said as I sat down. "Was his name Jeff? Because I saw him trying to convince your neighbor why soaking is better than actual sex." I said joking and we both started laughing.

We finished our pizza and began to get ready. "So why did you want to go out tonight?" Maeve asked. I completely forgot I hadn't told her the good news. "My company is collaborating with Castore!" She turned to look at me, smearing her lipstick as she whipped her head. "You're shitting me." She said her face was dead serious. "Nope!" I said my smile spreading from ear to ear. "Oh my god Y/N! That's amazing!" She said her face now matched mine. We broke out the apple sourz and took a couple shots. Now it was a celebration!

We got to the club and got ourselves some drinks. One thing about me and Maeve is that we knew how to party. Hard. I took to the floor. The lights were a familiar feeling. The warmth in my chest as the alcohol took effect and the warmth across my face as the fluorescents danced on the ceiling. I loved going out because it was such a peaceful time. One might think that a crowded club is the exact opposite of peaceful, but people don't realize that you can be whoever you want out there. The music takes over your body for the moment and you can give up control.

After our third drink I was pretty wasted and I found Maeve again. "You know Maeve this was almost a pretty not so good day" I said pulling her towards me trying to steady myself. "What are you talking about?" She said, grabbing my face, looking very worried. "Maeve! I bumped into someone on the way to my meeting!" I yelled. "NO!" She yelled back. "YES! And that's not all!" I took a big swallow of air. "My things went e-ver-y where!" I made sure to pronounce every syllable. "NO!" Maeve yelled again. "YES!" I yelled back. Maeve started tearing up. "Y/N, I'm so sorry that happened to you." I hugged Maeve. "Thank you so much. At least the guy I bumped into was REALLY hot." She pulled away from me immediately. "He was hot?" She asked. At that moment she seemed as sober as a nun. "Oh yeah, but he was a major dick. He thought I was a fan trying to ask for a picture." I said. "Oh what a freak." She added. "Yeah, but he had this accent. I couldn't quite place it. Maybe Irish or even Dutch and it was a little raspy. And those blue eyes. I'll dream of those blue eyes." I said as my voice got loopier. "Did you say Dutch?" Maeve asked. "Yeah..." I said, suddenly feeling very self conscious of how loud I might have talked. "And blue eyes? There's no way it was- No never mind." Maeve said, cutting herself off. I shrugged, too drunk to wonder what she was going to say.

I got home and flopped down on my bed. After I told Maeve about the mystery man it seemed he was all I could think about. 'God Y/N get it together. It's not like you'll see him ever again. Besides, he was an asshole.' I thought to myself.