the girl next door ~ george russell

part 7

"hello everyone, im here with alexandra martinez for a hot lap around the monaco circuit." george says, smiling into the camera as i look up at him before also smiling into the camera.

"how are you feeling?" george asks, looking across at me.

"very nervous, but i can't wait." i say, looking up at him.

i put on a helmet i was handed and make my way to the passenger side of a mercedes-amg one as george gets into the drivers seat.

"don't go too fast." i say, whilst putting on my seatbelt.

"we'll see about that." george says, starting the car.

i grab onto my seatbelt as the car begins to speed up. fucking hell it was fast.

"george!" i say, terrified.

"what?" he says laughing slightly.

"i said don't go fast!" i say, as he goes faster.

he drives round the famous hairpin corner, holding his arm out so i don't fly forward.

"you alright? that was a little bit fast."

"a little?" i say, shocked making george laugh again.

finally the cars comes to a stop where we had started not too long ago. george looks at me with a smile on his face.

"how was it?"

"terrifying, never doing it again. but it was good." i say.

"it was good, but your never doing it again?"

"no." i say, shaking my head before getting out of the car.

"we will see about that." george says.

we film an ending for the video before heading back to the mercedes garage as it was nearly time for fp3.

"are you going back to the paddock club now?" george asks as we reach the garage.

"yes reuben is waiting for me."

"oh right."

"but i'm in here for qualifying." i say.

"i'll hold you to your word then." he says, before we both say goodbye and head our separate ways.

a few hours later, i was heading back to the Mercedes garage to watch qualifying. as i walk in, i see george talking with some of the mercedes mechanics.

he looks over my way and begins to walk over to me, completely ending his conversation.

"alexandra." he says, whilst approaching me.

"george, hi." i say, smiling at him, with my dimples showing. he was wearing his race suit
tied around his waist, revealing his abs through the tight fire proofs. i shouldn't be looking, but how could i not?

"have you enjoyed your day in the paddock?" he asks, whilst sipping from his bottle.

"yes, me and reuben went onto a yacht for a little." i say.

"you and reuben huh?"

"but we are only friends. we met yesterday." i say, suddenly feeling nervous.

"i was wondering if you wanted to travel back with me? i know you loved the yacht ride."

"yes i will, thank you. i will pay you back for the taxi though." i say, george laughing a little.

"no, alexandra you aren't paying me back."

"why not? you don't owe me a taxi ride anymore."

"i'm a millionaire for gods sake, keep your own money."

"you know i'm a millionaire too."

"i'm not letting you pay." george says, and i nod.

"well then, i'm getting you a taxi tomorrow."

"wow, i never thought you would use a taxi to spend time with me." he says.

"shut up, im not. it just makes sense."

"okay okay, well i need to get into the car."

"good luck, and don't crash."

"that's cute, but i don't need your luck."

"well you have it anyway, i'll see you later."

i head over to the viewing area, and take a pair of headphones to wear. qualifying began in about 5 minutes so the drivers would be lining up soon.

i think back to all the times in the past 24 hours i've been with george, and it doesn't seem like we hate each other? i don't know, but after last night all our mutual hatred has seemed to drift away.
i mean, he did call me pretty more then twice. i know he was drunk and i shouldn't take it too heart.

but george is extremely good looking. no-one can deny it.

after an intense hour of qualifying, it was sadly over. what an hour it was though, a red flag in q1 for alex albon in the wall, thankfully he's okay. i was filmed for a few seconds, i had to hide how excited i was but it was amazing. it had never happened before. and then george is starting p3!

because he was in the top three, he had to line up his car with the other two cars before he could come back to the garage so it would be a little while longer before i could congratulate him.

i managed to congratulate lewis though, a friend of mine through an event for prada.

after what felt like forever, george finally appears walking into the garage with an ice pack over him. he spots me and put up his pointer finger, whilst mouthing "one minute" at me. i give him the thumbs up before posting a photo of the mercedes garage to my instagram story.

finally, he makes his way over to me with a big smile on his face. it was so contagious i couldn't help but smile back, my dimples showing.

"congrats russell." i say.

"guess i needed your luck after all." he says, sipping from his bottle.

"see? i'm always right." i reply.

"but your wrong there?"

"shut up." i say as a joke.

"i have a debrief with the team soon, but after that i am free to leave. if that's what you want?"

"yes, i guess call me when your done? seeing as you put your number in my phone."

"i bet it was a lovely surprise."

"of course, now get back to work. i don't want to be in trouble for distracting you, toto scares me."

"he scares you?" george says laughing.

"be quiet! he looks scary alright." i say, gently hitting him.

"oi! my arms are very precious." he jokes.

"very funny, now go." i say, before saying goodbye to george and leaving to walk around the paddock.

|| authors note ~ hope you enjoy! 🫶🏼