matilda | MV01

24 | once again

++++ and, when you see what i've become

will you love me for who i am, not who i was? ++++

I AM NOT WHO I WAS chance pena

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The summer break came and went for Senna. It consisted of spending almost all her days at the RBR, and all the others trying to ignore Max while simultaneously trying not to let Jude catch on. And it was fucking exhausting to say the least.

Her first race as a full time driver was in just under a week now. While she felt bad for Checo, she also didn't, because he got to retire from all of this awful work. It was definitely a bit more involved than being a simple reserve driver. But the worst part of everything was having to face Max.

The two of them, as well as Liam, had been called into the RBR today for some testing on the new upgrades in the car. It got worse though, as Jude was free before his season started up again in a few days, so he decided to be here, with Senna. Which also meant, with Max.

"Senna, babe, can I talk for a minute?" Jude poked his head in the room to see Max and Senna sitting near each other, but with a tense atmosphere surrounding both of them. Max turns to look at Senna to see her reaction, but he only sees the cool facade she put on.

"Yeah, go for it." She nods and continues to click away on her keyboard. Now they were extremely busy, but even Max could tell she was trying to avoid Jude.

"Actually, I was wondering if we could head to a bit of a quieter place?" Jude asks, which was quite ironic, as the second he stopped talking, the room was silent again. After a few seconds of the three of them sitting in silence, Senna sighs and stands up.

That's the last Max hears of her before her footsteps fade out completely. Why the fuck did he think he could compete with Jude? Senna would do anything for him, even when she clearly wasn't in the mood to talk, she still got up to talk.

He didn't want the thoughts to consume him though, so he turned his ad down and got to doing what he did best, zone out of reality. Yet this time he listened as footsteps faded back into the room. Assuming it was Senna, he kept his head down until he heard the steps stop. Max let out a sigh until he heard the person speak up.

"If it isn't Mad Max." He hears the cold, Dutch voice. It was crazy how similar he and Jos were.

"Actually, it's just Max." The Dutchman steps up for himself, something he knew he wouldn't be capable of with his own father.

"Not from what I've heard." Denzel smiles and steps closer to Max's desk. The driver reluctantly drags his head up to meet the retired footballer's face.

"Well then you've heard wrong." Max shrugs and continues to type on the keyboard in an attempt to look occupied. But in truth, he wasn't even typing real words anymore.

"Oh, jongen, I don't hear wrong, you've just convinced yourself otherwise." Denzel laughs and picks something up off his desk. Max peeks up to notice that it's a picture of him and Senna with a few of their other friends and he gulps.

"You're not a bad kid, Max. But I know what you want with my daughter-"

"I don't want anything with her, not anymore." Max mumbles the last part which thankfully Denzel can't hear. Otherwise Mac would already be done for.

"Did I say you could fucking speak?" The older man shouts in Dutch and Max winces. Was this actually his dad in disguise? Holy shit.

"I'm sorry, Denzel-" he tries to apologize, but is cut off by the angry Dutchman.