TAKE IT AS A COMPLIMENT - lando norris

17 - needy

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CAROLINE WELLS
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I turn the wheel, switching gears and accelerating around the corner. I've completely immersed myself in this weekend after I was basically rejected by Lando!

That's something I never thought I would be sad about. But, I can't be sad! I'm not sad. It's fine, all I wanted was a hookup and I clearly read his intentions wrong.

I pull into the garage after free practice, getting out of the car and making my way to B who taps her foot vigorously.

Vogue blew all my socials up, #Cardo is trending, and B is delighted.

"Come with me!" She grins and motions me into the hallway. I'm wiping off my sweat as she starts talking, "First off, great practice! Looking speedy!" I laugh at her knowledge, "Secondly, You have a very day and I want you to tell me if it's too-"

I stop listening as my eyes land on Lando. He's grimly walking behind Paul and Oscar, eyes wandering in boredom.

I watch his jaw as he says something brief, his hair falling in his face, his eyes landing on me...

His eyes meet mine as he walks past but I look away quickly, keeping up with B.

"Hello? Are you listening?" She eyes me, I don't dare look back at Lando.

"You said something about a busy day?"

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I made it through Quali, not very good but still P4. Three brit's in the top three is a bit hard to beat at their home race.

Is it weird I want Lando to win?

Yes! I need to stop this whole liking Lando thing. Not like like- just a barely friend like.

Anyway, let's disregard my lapse of insanity for now!

I sit on the press conference couch with my head on Max's shoulder. "I hate this weekend, I'm going to drive my car into a wall."

I let out a laugh, "Max, you'll be fine. Please don't crash out I need a teammate."

He scoffs, "An engineer would be better than me in quali." I hit his arm.

Self deprecating is so normalized in formula 1 and I'm attempting to fix this issue. Obviously I have my moments but fucking hell these men are melodramatic.

We end up signing things for fans and eating in my drivers room, Max laughs at the TV at the same time there's a knock at the door.

I shovel more food into my mouth and run over to my door, peaking my head out to see Lando.

"Hey can we talk?" my eyes widen.

"No." I shake my head violently, "I'm busy."

He glances around, "Um... okay. Later then?"

"Mmm..." Max laughs again, "Maybe." I go to shut the door.

"Who's in there?"

I frown, wanting him to not be here, "None of your business." I give in two seconds later when he leans against the door, "Max! Now bye!"

I shut the door on him and skip back to my seat, Max glances at me but doesn't say anything.

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This race has been a shit show, I've gotten passed three times by Lando, Oscar, and Lewis. We're all fighting for that top spot but I know as soon as that black and teal car passes me.

Lewis is the one that sticks. I can tell during those last three laps. I could never take this away from him anyway but right now I genuinely can't pass him.