Formula 1 | One Shots

Bad Blood 🔥| Oscar Piastri

Authors Note: 18+ spicy story! This storyline was requested by user: giuls_melix13

Done in reader's POV.
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"Priscilla, you can't keep fighting with him on this!" my PR manager lectured me for the thousandth time today. She was going on and on again about how I need to be nicer to my mortal enemy on the grid, Oscar fucking Piastri. She wasn't wrong, this time I had gone too far.

During yesterday's press conference, SkySpots conveniently seated us next to each other knowing our history. I was caught on camera visibly laughing after Crofty called him Oscar Pastry, while he snickered at me getting called out for accidentally taking out my teammate during free practice. I decided I was going to tease him from now on with the nickname 'puff pastry.' McLaren and Alpine had to schedule an emergency meeting asking the two of us to be 'civil' with each other. 

It's not my fault considering how arrogant Oscar is sometimes. He is always 'calm' in front of the media, but behind the scenes he's a menace. Carlos can totally agree with me on how frustrating Oscar can be. 

"Okay, okay! You're right, I'll try to be more civil today." I responded before trying to slip away from her. 

"Good because we're doing a last minute Alpine x McLaren challenge this afternoon!" she shouted after me. I audibly groaned. It's like she purposely wanted to make me miserable. 

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"And here we have McLaren drivers Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri joining our Alpine drivers Priscilla Elcon and Pierre Gasly. Today's challenge will be, guess how well you know your rivals....with a twist. We'll be asking questions about each driver and the person to guess it right, wins a point for their team. Obviously if the question is about you, you don't take a guess. Let's get started!" 

The host passed out mini whiteboards with markers for us to write the name of the driver when we made our guesses. So far everything was going fine and the game seemed fun enough. Pierre and I were pretty competitive so I was sure we could win. "You'll have 10 seconds to guess each round! Question one..."

"What is Priscilla's middle name?" The three boys thought hard, but Oscar immediately wrote his answer down. After the buzzer went off they turned their whiteboards to reveal their answers. Only Oscar and Pierre had gotten it right, Lando guessing something completely wrong. 

"Next question, what did Oscar reveal he named his F1 car last season?"

Pierre and Lando were focused really hard, while I quickly wrote my answer down. It seemed like they rushed to put anything down when the buzzer went off. We flipped our boards around and I was the only one to get the answer right. That earned me a few side eyes from Lando and Pierre, curious how I knew that answer. 

A couple more rounds went on and both teams were tied for points. We were all fighting tooth and nail to get the win. Lando was on the edge of his seat waiting for the host to say the final question. Of course the final question just had to be about me...great... "How many cats does Priscilla have?"

Pierre and Lando looked at me, trying to figure out the answer. I giggled to myself as the buzzer went off and the three boys turned their boards around. Lando had guessed 1, Pierre 2, and Oscar wrote 0. The host was curious about Oscars response.