It's Always You ~Loscar~

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(Logan's POV)

"P16 Logan, that's P16," says my race engineer over the radio.

"AHHHHH, oh well man, I did my best," and that was true, I did my best, but it wasn't good enough, it never is.

I know I can do better, I know I can. I want to do better as well, but Williams really isn't giving me a chance to do that. I mean, yes, they didn't give me another year in F1, but they aren't listen to me when it comes to car feedback. Even at my home Grand Prix.

It's always Alex wants this, Alex wants that. I mean, the guys a good driver don't get me wrong, he way better then me, but he's a complete asshole. He can never do no wrong. So when I get bad results and the team ask me why, it won't even matter.

Even if I did give usefulness back and they listened, it's not like it would be put in place as I'm sure over half of my mechanics hate me for the countless times I'm made them work overnight to fix my car after a crash.

As in pulled back into the garage, I switch off the car. When I'm stationary I pull out my wheel, resting it next to the support beam of the halo, and get out.

I stay quiet as I get out, reviving the silent treatment from everyone around me. I walk into my drivers room and look at the broadcast of quali that is in all of the drivers rooms. I see that Alex ended Q1 in P6. Great, not only did he make it into Q2, but he also ended in the top 6. That's going to get rubbed in my face later.

Once I mentally move one from Alex, I can't help but look at where Oscar stands after Q1. It comes to little surprise that he's in P5, above Alex. Honestly, as happy as I am for him, I kind of hate it.

He's always the one the media talks about. Oscar Piastris first win, Oscar Piastris fight for the championship. Meanwhile, in the limited times they talk about me, it's always about how Williams was just being sympathetic.

I know Oscar and I always talked about sharing our rookie year, but now that I think about it, I can't help but think. If I was left in F2 for one more year, would that have really made a difference?

Eventually qualifying comes to an end with Oscar and Alex starting on the second two in P3 and P4 respectively.

Not even a second later my PR manager knocks on my door to alert me of my media duties. Honestly, I don't even know why I go at this point, it's always the same questions since there's nothing new to ask me.

"So, Logan, how are you feeling after qualifying?"

"I mean, it's not ideal. It never is unless you're starting on pole. However, we do have a great chance to score double points for the team tomorrow,"

"Where do you think you're heading tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I mean, like I said, im confident that points are on the table and I'll be pushing myself, especially with it being my home race. I can't let my fans down and if it wasn't for them, I don't think I would be here right now,"

Which is completely true. The only reason I was signed again for this season was because of the push from fans and the money they would have got from having an American on the team.

"Alright, thank you Logan, have a good day!"

With that I respond with pleasantries and a smile. Then heading to my hotel to burry myself before Alex finds me and makes today more of a hell.

Just as I reach the gate to leave the paddock I hear the accident I grew up with.

"Hey Logan! Wait up!"

Oscar.

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So? What do you all think so far? What do you think about me writing a prologue for this book? And about the playlist?

Honestly, I'm not even sure why I'm asking cause I'm going to be publishing this with (hopefully) two more chapter in a few days so I won't see your feedback for a while.

Anyways, enjoy my lovelies!
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