Lacy, Oh Lacy

The Moment

Another race day.

Another early rise.

Another morning of staring into the depths of the garage to defend my seat; literally.

Tom slips into the garage again and says I'm supposed to be out back for an interview.

"Stop lying." Is all I say as I continue to glare at my orange car.

"He's not lying. Get up they're waiting for you." Sarah my media manager bitches at me.

I give her a disgusted look as I call Hayden over to "watch my stuff."

I walk past Sarah leaving her behind me and setting my steps towards the interview panel where I join the front runners of today's race:  Liam, Max, Charles, Carlos, and Lando.

"Sorry I'm late." I whisper to the guys as I take a seat beside Charles on the end.

Of course there were many questions for Max as to how he would defend his spot today on pole and so forth.

I didn't get asked many questions which was fine because I knew they would probably be rude in some way.

I'm caught in a daze when I make direct eye contact with a short male reporter who is next to ask a question.

"Yea, I've got a question for the hot little blondie there." He says as his gaze stays locked on me.

My face turns red as I'm suddenly aware that not only this entire room heard that statement but so did the entire racing world.

From the corner of my eye I see Liam lean towards his mic, "how'd you know my nickname is blondie." He says while playing with his platinum coloured hair as the room erupts with laughter.

"No really, I think my hair might be too blonde now especially with the Miami sun and salt spray from this week that's for sure." Liam says as he tries to stick up for me by turning the attention towards himself.

"I think it suits you very well mate, maybe it's my sign to get some frosted tips ah? We could match." Charles adds to keep the ease of this distraction.

I'm sure I didn't hide my facial expression well but every time I looked over to the reporters that guy kept looking at me like he was an archer and I was his prey.

I take a deep breath letting as much of the humid Miami air into me as I calm down.

The guys kept bickering back and forth about who would look better blonde before our media managers had to close off the panel as it was time for us to suit up.

Liam saw my little smile to him and he put an arm around my shoulder as he almost telepathically knew exactly what I was thinking.

I hated being this statue that everyone examined so closely that they could see every uneven surface of who I am.

I just wanted to be like the other drivers.

I had such a fire under my ass as I entered my changing room.

In almost a ritual way I put on my race suit to the background music of money trees that was flowing from landos dressing room.

"Thanks for staying babe." I say as I rush out of my room and into the garage.

"You got this today ok?" He says looking directly into my eyes as I can't help but feel my cheeks blush.

"See you on the podium Lacy." He says with a wink as he kisses the top of my head before I put my helmet on.

Fuck here we go.

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It was once again pure silence over Tom and I's radio but honestly I preferred it that way.