𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗔 𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗔𝗦 is Fernando Alonso's replacement at Aston Martin after he retires. Her only goal is to prove that she belongs in the sport. However, one driver who goes by the name Lando Norris appears to only want to distract her from t...
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Cassie and Lando had not talked in a week. It was the morning of the Monaco Grand Prix, and Lando was the last thing on Cassie's mind.
Yesterday, after a stroke of luck in qualifying, Cassie qualified p3. With the thought that it was near impossible to overtake on track, she became increasingly nervous at the fact a podium was a real possibility. And to make it worse, her dad was here to watch.
Her nerves became evident when she'd scratched her arm right open while staring at her breakfast. She'd only taken a couple bites, the nerves upsetting her stomach.
"Clarissa!" Brina scolded upon seeing the red liquid leak like a tear from her self-inflicted wound. "Oh, Reesie you're still doing that?" Her dad, Archie, asked pitifully. Cassie hummed in confusion, not realizing she'd tore open her own flesh until Brina pried her hand away.
Cassie looked down at what she'd done. "Oh." She breathed out. "Yeah, oh." Brina huffed, taking Cassie's hand and dragging her to her driver room, leaving her father at the table.
Taking her bag from a shelf, Brina tore it open and dug through it to find bandages and alcohol wipes.
"This is gonna sting." She warned, not giving Cassie a second to prepare before swiping the alcohol wipe over the scratch. Cassie hissed, clenching her fist tightly.
After ridding the arm of the blood, Brina secured it with a large bandaid the color of a Ferrari. "You didn't have any green ones?" Cassie joked dryly. "It's patriotic." Brina replied with a smirk.
"If I catch you scratching at either of your arms again, I'll personally tear off all your finger nails myself." Brina threatened, glaring Cassie down.
"Noted." Cassie replied nodding her head slowly as she was slightly horrified.
Cassie's dad was still at the table when they returned. He was no longer alone, as someone had joined him. The face belonged to someone Cassie considered a mentor, a legend of the sport who helped her through her very first days here.
"Oh my god, Fernando!" She gasped, a pep in her step as she continued to approach him. He took her into his embrace.
"Hey, Clarissa." He greeted when they pulled away, a beaming smile splitting his lips. "I've got something for you." He said, pulling a bag out from under the table. She quickly recognized the black bag as one of the ones that's home to a helmet and her mouth fell open.
He pulled out a helmet decorated with fluorescent yellow and dark blue paint. Being handed the helmet, she noticed the paragraph written across the visor.
