Jacob Thompson, a boy who had a dream to be the best Formula One driver in the world.
Olivia Rodrigo, a girl who had a dream to be the biggest popstar in the world.
Two people, two dreams, one connection.
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Where four childhood best friends who, aft...
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BERKSHIRE, UNITED KINGDOM. JULY 2026.
The double header with Silverstone following Austria meant that Jake immediately flew to England to prepare himself for his next race. Him and Olivia hadn't spoken since their argument and neither reached out to the other first. His victory in Austria was still fresh yet bittersweet.
His parents, Marcus and Emmeline, sat across from their son as they made their way to the hotel, their expression predominantly filled with concern for their child. Jake's mind was elsewhere as he stared out the window, the landscape below blurring into a patchwork of greens and browns as they drove towards their hotel. Tomorrow, he was going to meet Thierry, Jax and Sophie who were all invited to come back and speak as alumni at their former school. Jax and Sophie would also then be staying in England to watch Silverstone and support Jake and Thierry.
The Championship race was heating up, Jake and Thierry were still second and third respectively but with poor performances from Max, they were both closing him down and looking to leapfrog him. Silverstone was a race that felt like a second home, but the anticipation that usually accompanied this thought was overshadowed by the silence between him and Olivia.
As the car cruised down country roads, Marcus tried to engage his son in conversation. "That was an incredible race, Jake. You were brilliant. From last to first, cracking drive."
Jake nodded absently, his thoughts still drifting to Liv. The fight played on a loop in his mind and he couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness her absence left.
"Thanks, dad," Jake replied, forcing a smile, "it was a tough one, but we pulled through."
Emmeline reached over and placed a comforting hand on Jake's arm. "She'll come around, Jake. Just give her some time."
Jake sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I hope so, mum. I just wish she were here. Silverstone is like a home race, and it doesn't feel right without her."
The rest of the drive passed in relative silence, with Jake lost in his thoughts and his parents exchanging worried glances.
The next day, he reunited with his three best friends and they all took a car towards their old school. The gates of Wellington College stood tall and familiar, bringing a wave of nostalgia to Jake as he drove up the long driveway. In the passenger seat, Jax was already reminiscing, pointing out spots where they had shared countless memories. This invite back was a full-circle moment for the group of them.
As they parked and made their way towards the main building, the four all smiled to themselves. Wellington had been a significant chapter in their lives, a place where dreams had been nurtured and where Jake met Jax, Sophie and Thierry. The school's sprawling grounds and historic architecture had witnessed their formative years, and now they were back as accomplished individuals ready to inspire the next generation.
The headmaster greeted them warmly, leading them on a tour of the school. The familiar hallways and classrooms brought back vivid memories of late-night study sessions, classes, and all sorts of mischief they used to get up to. They paused at the sports fields where Jax had trained rigorously when playing rugby, and the drama studio where Sophie had developed her skills as an aspiring actress.
