"I need you to do me a favour... I need you to tell me you hate me, tell me you don't want me to kiss you"
"I hate you"
"I can tell when your lying love"
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Emilia Adamoli, the newest driver on the grid. A rookie with a dangerously impressive dr...
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I woke up to the sound of what felt like a hundred vibrations coming from my phone. My body ached as I rolled around to reach for it. My entire lock screen was filled with notifications from all kinds of platforms but before I had the chance to read any of it through my half-asleep eyes a phone call came through.
Jennifer (Manager)
"Yeah, hey Jen," my voice choked out as I took a quick sip from my glass of water, "what's up?"
"What's up? WHAT'S UP!?" Her voice grew louder, "Do you care to explain to me why you're going viral for HITTING Lando Norris!"
Huh!?
Me? Hitting Lando? When the fuck did that happen?
"I didn't hit Norris Jen what are you talking about?" I groaned wishing I had ignored my phone violently buzzing.
"Emilia don't bullshit me, there's photos everywhere," I'd never heard Jen so angry in my life, she was always levelheaded. Calm, cool and collected... guess not today. "I just forwarded you the pictures."
I pulled the phone from my ear, clicking the speaker button and opening the recent images from Jen. My jaw about hit the floor. The photos were dark, but it was clearly the McLaren driver and I. Standing in the garage last night, the photo appeared to be taken from behind a car. There was a collection of them, it started with us further away from each other clearly looking rather pissed at the other. But as I swiped through the photos, the worse they got. The next was us now almost chest to chest, both our hands balled tightly in fists with the nastiest expressions on our faces. The photographer probably thought he was about to catch us out on a secret romance... instead he got the polar opposite and that much was clear from these photos. But the last two were the worst, from when I shoved him. Rather dramatic if people were saying I hit him. Shoving and hitting were far from similar, but the media was dramatic and I knew that much. So the photos clearly showing me laying my hand on him and his figure rearing back... well no wonder I was in deep shit.
"For fucks sake," I groaned rubbing the ball of my palm against my eye, "I barely even touched him, besides he was the one being a dick!"
"I don't care who started it Emilia, what I care about is that you've been photographed aggressively touching another driver, the media is going to slam you for this," Jen sighed. I could hear how tired she was from her voice, I wondered how long she'd known about this and had been trying to fix it.
"What do I do?" I asked.
"I'm working on it okay, just keep your head down for the time being," she said and hung up the phone. Immediately after a new name popped up on the screen.
"Yep hi Charles," I sighed.
There was silence for a few seconds, "are you okay?" An exasperated breath left me, I had only just woken up but I was sure this day couldn't get any worse.
