The Hotel - Lando Norris

Part 34

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Grand Prix de France

'Fuck this man!! What the fuck!' Lando yelled as he threw his steering wheel out of his car.

Lando had a good start to the weekend. The three practices went really well and he qualified P2 for this Grand Prix.

Unfortunately for Lando, the race started in the rain and McLaren fucked up his strategy once again.

Everyone started on Interns, because the track was way too wet for slicks.

McLaren had other ideas.

They thought the track wasn't wet enough yet and the weather would be better after 2 minutes.

But that poor strategy led to Lando flying of the track at turn 5.

'Lando! How is the car?' Lando heard over the radio.

'I'm fine.' He said frustrated.

'You will get picked up. Get back to the garage, you don't have to do any PR or interviews. Get back to the garage and relax.' Is the last thing Lando heard before getting out of the car.

He punched the wall, grabbing his wrist after, because of the pain.

He fucked up.

Again.

And he probably only will from now on.

Fuck it up over and over and over and over again.

He's good at that.

Really good.

He sat down in front of the wall, knowing it was dangerous because it was close to the track but he didn't care anymore.

He let the team down, again.

Even though they let him down first.

They tricked him into doing something he never would've imagined.

They fucked up. Real bad.

They let him down. They used him for their own good.

They used him. They trusted him. They knew. But they didn't care.

He shouldn't feel bad, but he does.

He had his F1 debut because of them.

They had faith in him.

McLaren saw his potential.

He threw little stones to his car out of boredom.

Then Lando stood up and turned around. The person who picked him up was here.

They drove towards the garage. Lando his mind was racing with bad thoughts, he didn't have a good feeling about this.

About right now.

Something is going to happen,

But he probably over reacts so he put the thought out of his head.