Logan Sargeant x Male OC x Lando Norris (Polyamorous)
Warning ⚠️: I'm new to Formula 1. Most information may be wrong. Also, Smut, Swearing, Google Translate, etc.
Kawayan Flores Bautista has been put in the center of the Formula 1 media. He has bee...
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~Kawayan's POV~
Race day. Specifically, the Australian Grand Prix. To say I was nervous is an understatement. It didn't hit me until I made it to the paddocks that I'm starting in pole position behind some of the best racers in these past years. Could you imagine the pressure? Everyone is counting on you to do well, and it's extra pressure when you realize I'm the underdog. The last Grand Prix and this week's quali could've been a fluke. Maybe my luck has run its course already. With a lot of things on the line for the team, there's going to be doubt. I'm not in F2 anymore; I'm in Formula 1.
I greeted the engineers, pit crew, and all other staff running around the garage. I'm forced into taking some media pictures with Bianca before we head into our strategy and tactics meeting. It wasn't a very good one. Not the strategies themselves; it was the tension emitting in the room. We could all feel it. My fight with Bianca and Isagani was basically taking his words back when he said to be comfortable in my own skin. It could go either way in today's Grand Prix, and I plan on climbing my way to the top even if I have to overtake my teammate. All bets are off now.
When I overtook Bianca the first time, I was upset that she wasn't there for me when I needed her. It was personal then, and it's personal now. Bianca and I used to be so close. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss her, but it's her fault for not wanting to talk in the first place when I did. "That's it for this meeting. Get suited up, and let's have a good race. Do what's best for the team." Isagani looked between the both of us to make sure we were on the same page as him. He doesn't know about our fight. I would guess that Isagani didn't want to have a repeat of the last Grand Prix.
"Hey, I just wanted to say good luck on the race." It was Logan who called out for me once I exited our meeting room. I still remember what happened last night. Logan and kissed. We didn't just kiss; we—I mean, he made out with me. My mind wasn't drunk enough to forget. "Thanks, Logan. I hope you can catch up to me from all the way back there." I gave Logan a pound hug as we laughed at my comment. It wasn't clear if he remembers anything. I'm not even sure if he wants to remember what he did. "Don't worry, I'll catch up. I eventually do." With his hands behind his back, Logan winks with a smile on his face before leaving me to the Williams garage.
I turn a corner as I'm walking towards my driver's room, and I bump into someone's chest. It was Victor wearing the sweater I got from Bahrain. He was absolutely sweating from the heat, poor guy. "You look like shit, bro. Get some water from hospitality." If anyone knows that I hate to use the word bro when talking to someone, it's Victor. That word takes away how personal a conversation is. I only use that word when I'm uncomfortable talking to someone 1-on-1. Right now, it happens to be my ex. "We're going with bro now? I thought we were good." I just rolled my eyes when Victor followed me in. He was up when I got back to the hotel room last night, and I spoke five words to him, at most, to him.
