SALLY'S POV:
My head was hurting more than ever. I knew I shouldn't get drunk, but after this weekend it was necessary. I felt like shit even before, the alcohol didn't change a thing. Except for my braveness.
I know I'm bad with dealing with my problems, but dealing with him is harder than ever. I knew that it could happen. I never think about consequences and it ends like it.
I woke up and turned to lay on my stomach. I buried my head to the pillow while I was trying to remember everything from yesterday. Starting with practically telling McQueen I still love him to having drunk sex. Nothing worse could happen.
He obviously already left. I don't know when he did, but I would guess he left as soon as I fell asleep. I hate myself for doing it. But I hate myself for falling for him and not being able to move on. All just because of this stupid feeling.
...
,, Sally?" Kimmi knocked on her door.
,,hey...''she opened it with a weird look. He knew something's wrong. She couldn't hide it.
,, what's wrong?" He asked concerned and she just let him in.She sat on her bed and he sat next to her.,,so?"
,,I slept with Max." She said and waited for his reaction. She was expecting anything. But the look he gave her was terrified.
,,you did what?!"
,,you don't have to tell me it was a bad idea I know that myself." She said and layed on her stomach again.
,,how could you? He's with Kelly and you know-''
,,for god's sake, not Verstappen, McQueen!",, he's name's not Lighting?"
,, that's what worries you?"
,,how did you- why did you... When?"
,, yesterday. We were both drunk as hell and he took me back to the hotel. His driver was waiting for him already so he took me too. I told him: 'I ended it because I was mad at you not because I stopped caring for you' and the you don't need to know the rest.",,Merda!... How are you feeling?''
,,bad. Nothing that happened in the last few days, made me feel good. First Max, then my father and now Max again."
,, Sally... what happened between you and your father?"He wasn't a good father. He treated me like shit ever since I started racing. I was 4..."
,,what? Why didn't you tell me?"
,, I only ever told George and McQueen. That's why he knew what's wrong."
,, Sally...",,I never liked talking about it. It's still kinda hard. He wanted me to become a lawyer like him and my mom. But I never liked school or studying. He didn't like it when I started racing. He just thought I will grow out of it. But as we can see it didn't work out. We stopped talking when I started racing in the big races. Then when I crashed, he reached out to me. I actually thought he wanted to be a good father, but he just stopped talking to me when I left Uni."
,, Sally, I'm so sorry..."
,,you don't need to be. I wasn't feeling good after what he told me and Max was here for me. In his weird way but he was. I talked to George about it. That also didn't help."
,,yeah, he texted me..."
,,he did?"
,, yeah. He told me he thinks you're both still in love with each other. I basically told him he's right but..."
,,oh shut up!",, Sally I know you don't like it, but it's kinda true. I know why you broke up with him and I get it, I really do. But George is also right in something. You didn't talk to him. And maybe, just maybe it wasn't what it looked like. You never know what could be going on.
I mean yeah, you saw him kiss someone else. But the way he looks at you is not the way he should look at someone he doesn't like. As same as the way you look at him."
MAX'S POV:
My fucking head. I don't think I've ever been that drunk in my life. I was lying on my back and I could not move. My whole body was hurting. I sweared I wouldn't drink anymore. Not after I almost ended up on rehab. But here I am. Hangover as hell after sex with my ex girlfriend.
God I hated myself for doing that. Why did I let myself do it? Yes I wanted to do it, but I shouldn't. I know she's gonna feel as bad as I do. She's like a drug to me I can't keep my hands off of her. It sounds stupid. But what can I do?
I opened my eyes and there she was. The first thing I see when I wake up. It made me smile a little even though the consequences. She was lying on her stomach and she had the covers just above her ass.
She was beautiful as before. That also sounds stupid. She was always beautiful. Everything about her makes me go crazy. Especially those storm blue eyes. It's like she's staring right into my soul. It's not like she's not physically attractive. She has amazing body, just as I like it. Not like it would matter, she could look like a troll and I wouldn't care. But those fucking breasts. She knows I'm not an ass-kinda guy. And she knows I like it. The eyes are still the best thing. It's like they're blue on the Sun, but grey in the shadow. I fucking love it about her. She's naturally beautiful.
How much I want to stay and talk to her. Like actually talk to her. But I can't. I have meetings and I can't just stay here. I let myself fall for her and now I can't move on. I don't even know what happened. I mean I know I do...but how can I explain it to her? If only she knew... I need to get Harv outta my life as soon as possible. Maybe I could still save it.
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Fanfiction*fanfiction about cars but in human world* Young, up coming racing star, Lightning McQueen. A bad boy in his reputation, but a sweet heart on the grid. Egoist is something that can describe him the best. No family or friends on the line. What happen...