|| sequel to " to the finish line || ollie bearman" ||
angel and ollie have a perfect relationship, or at least had. when a photo appears online, their relationship ends, and the two f1 rookies split their separate ways.
angel has to survive her fir...
after a few more questions, thankfully none for me, it was time to swap the groups. i was the first to leave, max following me.
"angel, wait." max says, walking after me.
"uhm thanks for that max." i say, stopping.
"are you alright? that was completely out of line." he asks.
"yeah... there's nothing i can do about it anyway right." i say, sighing.
"of course there's something to do about it. give me the word and i'll get him fired from wherever he works."
"really? you would do that?"
"of course, it was unacceptable. so what do you say?"
"yeah, thank you so much max."
"you can always count on me angel, but i've got to go do i'll see you around?"
"yeah, bye max." i say, before making my way to aston martin.
i walk to the garage, talking with some of the mechanics for a little while before heading back to the hotel to rest and get a good night of sleep before the race weekend.
the next morning i wake up to the screech of my alarm, and as much as i wanted to stay in bed, i climb out and go for a shower. once i was out, i tie half of my hair up, leaving half down before adding a bow.
after my hair, i do my skincare and everyday makeup before finally heading to choose an outfit.
(outfit below)
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once i was ready, i quickly tidy up my room before heading down to the taxi which was already waiting for me.
once i arrive at the track, it was already quite busy. i spend some time taking photos, and signing things but not for too long. the whole reason why i had arrived early was to prepare myself as much as possible.
as i get to the aston martin garage, i get dtraight to work, watching previous laps by fernando and lance from last year, and looking at all the data i could find that could help me get a better lap.
"angel?" someone says from behind, making me jump.
"hm? hey jules," i say, turning to see my engineer walking over.
"since when do you get to the track before me?" he says, sitting down in a chair beside me.
"oh i just wanted to make myself as prepared as possible." i say, not taking my eyes off the screen.
"okay, in taking this." he says, closing the computer screen and picking it up.
"what?! why'd you do that!" i say, getting frustrated.
"you are more than prepared for today okay? i know this is about last night, but the truth is they were just jealous of you. your 18 and one the best drivers in the world, whilst he's probably 30 and stuck in his job."
"i know, i know." i say.
"kimi's just arrived to the paddock, i walked past as he was signing some hats. why don't you go talk to him, take a break?" jules suggests.
"yeah, i guess." i say, giving him a slight smile before getting up and heading to find kimi.
(italian)
"so that's why your hotel room was empty." kimi says, walking through the paddock entrance to me.
"yeah, i came to do some work. but jules banned me." i say, smiling at my brother slightly.
"because you don't need it! and i heard that guy was already fired."
"already?" i say, shocked that max had gotten someone to do it that fast.
"yeah, was it you?"
"no, max offered."
"that's nice of him."
"it is, i'm flying back with him and lando too."
"so your staying in monaco?" kimi asks
"no kimi, i already told you im staying in london."
"but where? london is quite a big place."
"just london okay? and it's fine, it's a nice place."
"i still don't believe you, but i'll see you later yeah?" he says, as we stop outside mercedes.
"uhm yeah." i say, giving him a hug before heading back to aston martin.
i notice lance walking into the garage a little ahead of me, and as i go to call his name he slips on the steps, and i gasp before walking up to him where he was getting up whilst laughing.
(english)
"are you okay?" i say, laughing a little.
"yeah, what a way to start the weekend right?" he replies, laughing and turning to look at me.
"i wish someone had filmed that. it would be a great video to post." i say, laughing.
"who knows someone probably has." he says.
then we split in different directions, me to my drivers room to change, and lance to the garage to greet everyone. i quickly post to my instagram story, asking if anyone had a video of him. it wasn't long at all until someone sent me the video which i immediately save.
i quickly log into the aston martin tiktok account and post the video, before logging back out and heading down to the garage acting as if i had done nothing.
"angel, meeting time!" jules says, calling my name across the garage.
a few hours later, the 5 minute countdown to the sprint qualifying had started. i was feeling a lot more confident, after finishing 3rd fastest in free practice. lando was fastest, then it was oscar.
"okay angel, time to get into the car, we want to be one of the first out." jules says, walking over as i was starting to put my helmet on.
"yeah, okay." i say, as he is to my shoulder before heading my back to the pit wall.
i climb into the car, check the radio was working before lining up first in the pit lane, logan behind me, then lance behind him.
