𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗔 𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗔𝗦 is Fernando Alonso's replacement at Aston Martin after he retires. Her only goal is to prove that she belongs in the sport. However, one driver who goes by the name Lando Norris appears to only want to distract her from t...
Okay, so, little bit of background for anyone who hasn't read the end, Lando and Savannah have dated before, but broke it off mutually, and are now exclusively friends.
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EARLY JANUARY and Cassie was back to training. "Five more Cassie, come on." Brina encouraged through her reps.
Sweat was dripping down Cassie's body, covering every inch of her. The lights glistened off of her body. She was exhausted, every part of her wanting to give up and fall to the floor. She completed the last rep, her arms shaking. One more and they would've collapsed.
"Alright. Ten minutes, then we're on to cardio." Cassie was on the floor, her limbs splayed out in every direction. "Can you hand me my phone?" A lazy finger was pointed in the direction.
Once in her hands, she sighed heavily.
IMESSAGE - Tris🩷
Tris🩷 Could've said bye at least.
Cassie I'm sorry love, I didn't want to wake you.
Cassie Good morning🩷
Tristan had sent her the text ten minutes ago. She left her flat at six in the morning to get to her session with Brina.
"What is it?" Brina asked, hearing her sigh. Cassie shook her head. "It's nothing."
"It's Tristan isn't it?" Cassie didn't answer, but it was answer enough for Brina. "Girl, you deserve way better than him. I'm telling you." Since the beginning, Brina more than disliked Tristan. She hated him.
Shrugging, Cassie wrapped her arms around her knees. "He loves me, and I love him. What more can you ask for?"
A sarcastic laugh from Brina rang around the room. "Maybe happiness?" Cassie frowned at that. "I am happy."
Brina laughed again. "Yeah alright. Breaks over." She took a selection of plates from the weights, and plopped them on the floor next to Cassie.
"I really am. I know you don't like him, but that doesn't mean you have to ruin it for me." Cassie looked genuinely hurt, and when she spoke, there was clear irritation in her voice.
"Sorry." Brina wasn't sorry for hating Tristan. She was sorry for hurting Cassie. "Planks." She motioned for Cassie to flip onto her stomach. She groaned.
