the girl next door ~ george russell

part 10

george gets out of the yacht first, before holding his hand out to help me. cameras were already filming his arrival.

"i always forget how busy race days are." i say as we scan into the paddock after george taking photos with fans.

"yeah, the support we get is crazy." he replies.

"i'll see you later right?"

"yeah, probably after the race right?" i say, not wanting to distract him before the race.

"would you come see me before the race?" he says, a hopeful look on his face.

"are you sure george?"

"yes, only if you want to though." he says nervously.

"of course i will, i'll come meet you 30 minutes before?" i say.

"that's perfect, thank you so much." he replies, giving me one of those angelic smiles. i couldn't resist smiling back.

"i will see you, 30 minutes before the race then." i say.

"i'll see you later." he says before heading into the mercedes garage.

i begin to walk towards the paddock club when I'm stopped by kika (francesca gomes), one of my friends.

(spanish)

"kika! you look amazing." i say, greeting her and pulling her into a hug.

"thank you, and so do you alex!" she replies, hugging me back.

"pierre did really good yesterday, p6 right?" i say as we walk side by side to the paddock club.

"yeah, im so proud of him." she says, a smile appearing on her face. her and pierre are so cute together.

"you two are so cute."

"aw thank you."

"are you going to the paddock club?"

"yes, pierre has a pre-race meeting."

we both sit at a table and get a drink each. she gets a champagne, whilst i get an alcohol free mocktail. after all, it was only 11am. kika's excuse was "it's five o'clock somewhere"

i do drink sometimes, i have a few glasses of wine here and there, but that is probably my maximum. i still go out to clubs with my friends, but im just not a fan of getting drunk. and someone has to make sure people get home safely.

"so, what's going on with you and george russel?" kika asks.

"what do you mean? nothing is going on." i say, laughing slightly.

"come on alex, im not stupid. a week ago you hated him, and didn't want to be in the same room as him. now your travelling to the track together, and smiling with each other?"

"i don't know kika, i guess he just started to not hate me?" i say, realising i didn't exactly know what was going on.

"what's he been doing?" kika asks excitedly.

"i mean nothing really, he walked my dog-"

"archie likes him?!" she interrupts.

"well, yeah. that's doesn't mean anything does it? he likes everyone except for luke."

"and nothing ended up happening with luke." kika says.

"well yeah, because he turned out to be a dick."

"archie didn't like him, but liked george! i can see it already, george and alexandra. newest couple in the paddock." she says, smiling.

"okay, your being delusional. we are just being... friendly." i say, shaking my head at her whilst smiling.

"i'm telling you! by the end of the year you two will be dating." she says.

"if you say so." i say, laughing at her.

we talk for a while, until she goes to meet pierre and i head to a brand yacht (tommy hilfiger) which i was invited too. thankfully, reuben was there so i had someone to talk too until it was time to meet george.

once i was in the garage, i was looking around for george but i couldn't see him. and not because i wasn't looking good enough, it was because he wasn't there.

i end up asking someone who worked for mercedes who direct me to his driver room. whilst walking there alone, i felt nervous? i don't know, but if he had changed his mind?

i take a deep breath to try and rid my anxiety before knocking on the door. he opens it, a smile appearing when he saw me.

"alexandra, sorry i lost track of time." he says, welcoming me into his driver room. he was in his racing suit, tied around his waist. his fireproofs showing his defined abs.

i was sort of confused about that, i mean it's where the driver goes to focus themselves before a race right? his private space when surrounded by hundreds of workers. so why was he bringing me in.

"don't worry, how are you feeling about the race?" i say, sitting down and looking around the room. it was so much tidier then i expected.

"well it's monaco, just got to try and defend my position."

"i think you can do it."

"do what?"

"get a podium."

"really? i mean, the mclaren's are really fast and really talented."

"but so are you."

"since when were you a russell fan?" he says as a joke.

"well you are my neighbour."

"not because we're friends."

"god no, i just don't want messages complaining about my dog every night."i joke.

"he wasn't even that loud, i just wanted to see you ." he admits, and i could feel my face heating up.

"really?"

"yeah." he replies, smiling. there was a silence, but it was comforting. nothing awkward about it.

my eyes glance down at his lips, and i realise he was doing the same. i slowly lean towards him, his hand going to my neck. we lean in closer and closer, about to kiss when there is a knock on his door and we both pull apart in shock.

he gets up and goes to open it whilst i stay sat down, shocked at what had just nearly happened. i nearly kissed george russell. that shouldn't have happened. what the fuck do i do now?

authors note ~ hope you enjoy 🫶🏼🫶🏼