"What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost." Zara asks genuinely concerned. She puts an arm around my shoulder rubbing it carefully. I flinch at the contact and turn my head look at her expression, but she already moved away, distancing herself giving me my space back.
Why the fuck is Zara so nice to me and so mean to Avery? It's simply not fair. Why is she trying to get to me?
I furrow my brows and glaring at her face that went completely white, makes me wonder. She wears an expression of a little guilt, shock and fear, like she's the one who has seen the ghost.
"Is everything ok?" I speak, and lower my phone from my ear down. "Yeah, yeah. It's just.." she trails off while looking for an acceptable answer, "I think a saw someone peeking through the window. I'll..." she mumbles and anxiously glances around. "I will just ask Oren to higher the security." She adds.
The tall woman leaves me in puzzlement, making me shake my head to organize my thoughts.
"Nayla, are you still there?" the voice on the other end calls, "Nayla?" Celine repeats, the traffic to hear in the background. "Yes. I am. I am still here Cel." I snap out of my thoughts.
right, Horner requested me to do a test-drive
wait he did what?
"You'll drive tomorrow, Silverstone circuit. Other drivers as well as newcomers will join you." She pauses for a second. "I'm really proud of you Nayla." she informs me but I don't pay much attention to her.
My head just contains one single thought.
I fucking did it.
My facial expression turns into a wide and mischievous grin. "Thank you Cel really. I couldn't have done it without you. Sorry- Can you text me the details? I'm kinda still in shock" I rush my words out of my smile before getting the "text you the details" and ending the call.
maybe i can drive for the best team on the grid
this feels illegal to even think
if this isn't some film plot i'll probably wake up any moment
My thoughts are racing in circles and my fingers move without me even noticing, landing on Ashers contact. Before I can press the call button my brain pulls me to my thoughts again. Luckily the universe gave me a best friend with the same brain.
"NAY NAY! GUESS WHAT?!"
I'm taking aback from the loud and happy voice.
"WHATT??" I match the energy nonetheless.
"FERRARI JUST CALLED ME TO DO A FUCKING TEST DRIVE! I REPEAT FUCKING FERRARI!!"
no
fucking
way
"asher, tomorrow, Silverstone?" I breathe out in disbelief
"yes? how do you know?" I can practically see him furrow his brows, scrunch his nose and tilt his head to debate if he heard that right.
"me fucking too." I respond.
"no."
"yes."
"no shut up"
"it's Red Bull for me."
"shiiiiiittt, this doesn't feel real. like at all."
"fuck it really doesn't"
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better than winning
FanfictionTwo girls attend a will reading of a family that owns billions. Both inherit everything. Avery Kylie Grambs and Nayla Isabella Black start with opposite cards, one a nobody the other known from the around the world. They grew up to polar opposites...
