Willow, Monaco, 09:30 am, Sunday, 26th May
I wake up to the sound of my alarm. I look to my right and Ollie's not there. He must have already left to train.
I feel like shit to be honest. I still can't believe it! Ten fucking months. I messaged Sofia last night while I was brushing my teeth asking her to come around 10:30 or 11, as I know my best friend she'll come closer to the second option, so I have time to get ready.
I get off bed and make my way to the window to open the blinds, after I go take a long shower to let my thoughts flow. When I get out of the shower I look in the mirror and make a face at the dark circles under my eyes. I order room service, while it doesn't arrive I dress myself in the outfit I chose while packing, a white long skirt and one of Ollie's prema shirts.
I hear a knock at the door and greet the room service lady and eat my pancakes.
After I'm done eating I brush my teeth and brush my hair, and start styling my hair. I'm interrupted by another knock, I look at the time and it's only 10:27 so it most definitely isn't Sofia. I put down the hair band I was currently trying to tie my braid and make my way to the door unbraiding the small braid.
I open the door to meet the last person I wanted to see right now. "What are you doing here?"
"So you chose to be a bitch this morning." Tyler says. "I came to pick you up, but I'm regretting my decision already."
"Oh, my bad you idiot. I mustn't have made myself clear. You are not a part of my life anymore." I say looking at him with disgust.
"Well, fine! If you want to end things with me, do it. Just know, nobody will put up with your manipulative bitch attitude." He says practically spitting on my face.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I hear a familiar voice. "Get lost!"
"Hi, Soso! How are you?" He asks sarcastically.
"You didn't hear? Out! Now!" She says picking his arm and pulling him so the distance between me and him increases.
"Fine! Bye Soso! Bye bitch!" He says and Sofia shows him the finger.
"Cabrón!" She mumbles. "Hi sweetie pie!"
"Hi." I say not knowing how to react.
"Cheer up! He didn't deserve you!" She says. "We are going to have fun, come on, the race is almost starting. And I have to go watch my primo in F1 later."
We leave the house and go to the parking lot, thanks Tyler, you being MIA made me bring my car. We leave we take 15 minutes to get to the track, the race starts at 11:30, we'll have to run through the paddock, mostly me, the F2 paddock is a bit further away, but it's worth it. I love watching Ollie race, just never liked doing it.
We arrive and part ways. It's 11:20, I run a bit and finally get to the prema motorhome.
"Hi darling! Ollie told us, your father is furious." My mum says hugging me.
"Hi mum. No problem, maybe it's better this way." I say walking with my hand around her shoulder to the garage. A mechanic gives us the ear things, never got how they were actually called to be honest.
———————
Willow, Monaco, 4:08 pm, Sunday, 26th May
"Nice race Oliver." I congratulate him.
"Yeah, finally! A decent result this season." He says holding a cap, it says 3rd, so it's Paul's.
YOU ARE READING
Skinny Love - Paul Aron
Fanfiction"And now all your love is wasted And then who the hell was I?" In which Willow Bearman, mostly known as Ollie's twin, is left on the pavement of the streets of Monaco, the night before her brother's race, by her ex boyfriend. . . . Or . . . Paul Ar...
