StorySong: Taylor Swift-You belong with me
Y/N had always been different. From a young age, while other girls her age were playing with dolls, she was in the garage with her father, tinkering with engines, getting her hands dirty, and dreaming about racing. The sound of an engine revving was music to her ears, and the smell of gasoline was more comforting than any perfume. She grew up knowing that one day, she would break into the world of Formula 1 racing—a sport historically dominated by men.
Now, at 24, Y/N had done it. She was one of the few women to ever race in Formula 1, and certainly the only one on the current grid. But her journey hadn’t been easy. Every day was a battle against those who doubted her, those who believed she was in the sport for the wrong reasons, and those who refused to take her seriously.
But Y/N wasn’t just any driver. She was good. Really good. Her debut season had seen her snatch a few podium finishes, and she had quickly become a fan favorite. Yet, despite her success, there was one thing that still haunted her—Max.
Max Verstappen was a teammate, friend, and—unfortunately—her crush. They had known each other since their karting days. Back then, they were close, inseparable even. They would race each other on the track and laugh about it afterward. It had been a simpler time when they were just kids with big dreams. But as they grew older, their paths diverged. Max went on to become a star driver, while Y/N had to claw her way up through the ranks.
Max had always been supportive, but things had changed when his long-time girlfriend, Sophia, entered the picture. Sophia was everything Y/N wasn’t—tall, blonde, and glamorous. She was the epitome of a perfect WAG (Wife and Girlfriend) and had the personality to match. She attended every race, always looking flawless, always by Max’s side, cheering him on. Meanwhile, Y/N was on the track, fighting tooth and nail to prove she belonged.
As much as she tried to focus on her racing, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the way Max looked at Sophia. It was the way she wished he would look at her—like she was the only person in the world. But instead, he saw Y/N as his friend, his racing buddy. Nothing more.
It was the Monaco Grand Prix weekend, the most prestigious race on the F1 calendar. The glitz, the glamour, the yachts—it was everything Y/N didn’t care about. She was there to race, and she was determined to do well. However, as fate would have it, Max and Sophia had decided to stay in the same hotel as Y/N. Every morning, she would see them together, and it broke her heart just a little bit more.
On the day before the race, there was a team dinner. Everyone was there—drivers, engineers, mechanics, and their partners. Y/N found herself seated across from Max and Sophia. She tried to focus on her meal, but every time she looked up, there they were—happy, in love, and completely oblivious to the world around them.
As the dinner went on, the conversation turned to racing, as it often did. Max was in his element, recounting stories from past races. Y/N listened, smiling politely, but her mind was elsewhere. She kept glancing at Sophia, who seemed more interested in her phone than in the conversation.
At one point, Sophia excused herself to take a call, leaving Max and Y/N alone at the table. The chatter of the others faded into the background, and for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of them again, like it had been all those years ago.
"You’ve been quiet tonight," Max said, looking at Y/N with concern.
"I’m just tired," Y/N lied, forcing a smile.
"You sure? You’ve seemed a bit off lately," Max pressed, his blue eyes searching hers.
"I’m fine, really," Y/N replied, trying to sound convincing. "Just focusing on the race tomorrow."
