Three Dumb Ideas | Formula 1 fanfiction

102: That final corner

Authors note = Hello y'all! I'm still alive. Life is just busy, school is busy. Trying to write more and quicker because this book is almost coming to an end. Hopefully you are still enjoying this fanfic.
Remind me to post.
Love y'all
- me.

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Maeve's point of view

Round 1/50

I'm sitting in my car, I skipped every person this morning, except you know Luci, Sienna, and Max. If I skip Sienna and Luci they might kill me because of their superstition.

But now only the red lights in front of me matter...

It's lights out and away we go in Las Vegas.

My heart skips a beat, fuck am I too late? The roar of engines drowns out every other sound. I have a great start and I take the lead into turn one, Max behind me even though he started pole. That gives me hope.

He sticks close to my rear wing, trying to find a gap. You know what they say, 'when you no longer go for gaps are you even a racing driver?'. I'm clean and precise and because of that there is no room for him to dive through. The track is wide but no space to overtake yet, I have to stay calm and on top of my game, while Max stays patient, feeling out his car. I'm letting my tires warm up as we navigate through the neon-lit 'streets' of the city.

Into turn 6 I lose my line and Max immediately notices, he pushes it on the inside and goes long.

There goes my first position.

Round 7/50

Still behind Max, bitch.

I'm pushing harder tho, trying to fucking force him into a mistake. But of course our perfect Verstappen won't make mistakes because of his fucki-

Calm down, Maeve. Slowly.

Charles is further back, keeping pressure on the both of us but not close enough to attack.

The car feels good, but the tires are starting to slide a little in the long corners, grip is not quite the same as the start, but that's probably because I was racing before the tires were at a good temperature.

My focus narrows on the world-champion car in front of me, which next year, will be mine.

I'm waiting for the right- no the perfect moment or chance to make my move.

RADIO: Pace is good, Maeve. Tire management looks solid

MAE: impossible, tires are worse than my nana's knees at the moment.

RADIO: we don't agree, they look good.

MAE: y'all checking the wrong car or sum?

RADIO *laughs*: No Maeve

MAE: understood, trying to close the gap now.

Round 15/50

I have settled into my rhythm, but I'm still trailing Max.

We're coming up on some backmarkers, and I know this could be my chance. The blue flags come out, and the slower cars begin to move aside. Max navigates through them with precision, but I manage to catch up a little, the dirty air from the slower cars disrupting his flow just enough to bring me within striking distance. My tires are starting to feel the strain, but I push on, knowing that I need to stay close if I want to have a shot at the lead.