WAR OF THE ROSE // MAX VERSTAPPEN

TWO

TWO

"Will you please calm down?"

Kaarina Ahonen released a deep sigh of annoyance at her best friend and her behavior, since she had been slapped three times so far, due to the Somalian woman having spotted her enemy.

Her enemy being Max Verstappen.

"He's gloating!"

Nora Aden shouted in fustration, her eyes filled with fury and rage as she watched the Dutch man that she loathed laughing at having won a race and beaten the best driver on the grid.

Lewis Hamilton.

Kaarina clung to her best friends body as tight as she could in order to stop her from getting away to attack her enemy, her jaw clenched as the woman fought in her arms relentlessly.

If she wasn't careful, then she would need to use her wheelchair for the rest of the day because her muscles would become exhausted from all the frantic moving around that she was doing.

Nora Aden slapped her head harshly towards her best friend with a wide eyed look upon her face, her mouth dropped open in shock.

"Did you just slap my head?"

"Sit your ass down, Nora."

Kaarina Ahonen glared sternly at her best friend, her hand pointing towards the wheelchair, her other hand resting on her hip.

"No."

"Sit down."

"No!" Nora argued back, before noticing the look that flashed over her best friend's face, her body jolting slightly since she recognised the look instantly.

Kaarina didn't even need to say another word before Nora sat down in to her wheelchair, her mouth held tightly shut.

The Ahonen girl released a deep sigh from her lips before she began to push the wheelchair, moving out of the paddock and away from the Red Bull garage, her body moving until she reached the Lotus garage that her family owned and ran.

"Keep an eye on her. If she tries to leave, then lock her in the office." Kaarina clicked her fingers repeatedly towards one of her drivers, seeing them instantly agree, with Nora's face turning red from both embarrassment and anger.

"Do I have to be in the room with her? She usually starts throwing things at me."

Mick Schumacher questioned cautiously, with the German boy gulping at the glare that the Somalian woman gave him.

"No, just put the Verstappen cut out outside the door so that she has to look at it, but can't knock it down." The Finnish girl patted the shoulder of the Schumacher before she rushed off, heading to see somebody who whilst they were acquainted with one another, they weren't friends.

"Help me, or I'm going to kill her."

Kaarina rushed in to the Mercedes garage, a look of fustration upon her youthful, pale face, her eyebrows furrowed together.

"Uh, what?"

Lewis Hamilton asked nervously, his hand slightly rubbing at the back of his neck, his dark radiant skin making it appear as if the sun was shining down on him, when in reality, that was just how he looked.

If it had been different circumstances, Kaarina would have asked the British man for his skincare routine.

"Nora, my best friend. I love her, but she's a stubborn idiot who becomes like a raging bull whenever she sees Verstappen, and it's making me want to strangle her."