﹅﹕ 𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 . ꗃ
❛ 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 ollie finds a way to make
the wrong number turn
into the right person ❜
❪ soc med + narrative ❫
❪ fem!oc 𝒙...
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Ever since that day, Irina plays with the F2 players almost every other day. It started casually—a few matches, some lighthearted banter, and then it became routine.
Now, it feels like a something due every week. Ollie, Paul, Zane, Franco, and all the boys are the perfect mix of skill, humour, and chaos, and Irina feels right at home with them. They've formed a tight-knit squad, whether it's racing on virtual tracks or dressing up on a 'girly' game.
Tonight is no different. Irina logs on, her screen filled with the familiar faces of her friends' avatars. The group chat is already buzzing with excitement.
"Yo, Irina's here! Let's go!" Zane greets, his voice bright and upbeat.
"Hey guys, what's the plan for tonight? F1 or Valorant?" Irina asks, settling into her gaming chair.
"Racing," Kimi declares cockily. "I'm taking the win this time, like always."
"In your dreams," Jak shoots back. "Irina, you ready to show these guys how it's done?"
"You know it," Irina says, grinning. She loves their playful rivalry.
They load into the racing game and select their teams. Irina picks her usual—a sleek, orange McLaren that has become her signature ride, teaming up with Jak. They rev their engines, and the countdown begins. The race is intense from the start, with Kimi and Ritumo fighting for the lead, while the others follow behind, biding their time.
Everything is going smoothly until, out of nowhere, Ollie screams.
"OH MY GOD!"
The sheer volume of his yell makes Irina slam her brakes, causing her car to spin out. Jak's laughter dies instantly, and Franco crashes head-on into a barrier.
"Mate, what the hell?" Paul breathes through his mic, half-angry, half-concerned. "You just made me wipe out!"
