second chances ~ ollie bearman (2)

part 51

angel's pov:

normal time...

jules had left me to go and sort out something, checking about when i was needed to head to the fan zone with lance, whilst i was stood with some mechanics, talking about the weather, weirdly enough. a very british topic, quite on theme for the race.

"i love your dress, where is it from?" one of the mechanics, emily, asks me.

"meshki, i love this dress." i reply, smiling at her, as someone who i desperately despise walks past.

"come on, give us a smile. maybe it will make you look a bit better." an engineer to the team, arthur, says whilst walking past. if i had to describe arthur in one word, it would sexist. or maybe pedophile.

i think he must be in his late 20's yet he has this obsession with me. it's odd, all he ever does is give off sexist remarks.

"sexist cunt." i mutter to emily, her agreeing with me.

"i don't get how they haven't fired him yet." she says, shaking her head.

"well, the last guy to be fired for things like that nearly started a fight." i remind her.

"should of taken the chance whilst you had it." emily says, before i was called over by jules. it was time for the fan stage.

once i arrive, i spot esteban and ollie stood talking. so i take the opportunity to scare him from behind. i slowly creep up behind him, esteban keeping it quiet that i was there, before i grab ollie on the shoulders.

"oh my god." he says, holding his hand to his chest, whilst i and esteban laugh.

"i get you every time." i say, smiling at him, wrapping my arms around him in a hug.

"i will get you back, one day." he replies, smiling down at me.

"whatever you say ol." i say. as we get called onto the stage.

both ollie and esteban answer some questions about the race, before it was my turn to be asked questions.

"firstly, i haven't spoken to you since you released your first song. wow, it was amazing." the interviewer says.

"thank you, i'm glad you liked it." i reply.

"when will we be getting more music?" she asks, getting a cheer from the crowd.

"maybe sooner than you think." i reply, getting another cheer from the crowd and i couldn't help but smile.

"can you tell us anything about it?"

"not yet, soon. keep an ear out."

"well, if we can't hear anything about your new music, when will we get a new youtube video?"

"that is also coming soon."

"can you tell us what it is?"

"well, it's just a vlog of the spanish grand prix, where i got to share the podium with my brother when he won."

after answering a few more questions, lance as well, and after a few games it was time to leave the stage. but me and ollie stay on for an extra few minutes to take a big photo with the crowd.

"here i'll take it." i say, taking his phone whilst the microphone picks up our voices.

i hold it up landscape to take a selfie, ollie trying to get into the picture: yet his head was half way out of the photo. he ends up taking the phone to take the photo, getting a laugh from all the fans watching before we finally say goodbye and leave the stage.

"i am never letting you take the photos again." ollie says.

"not my fault." i reply, smiling up at him as he places his arm across my shoulders.

both lance and esteban had already left, so ollie decides to take me back to aston martin because he had a few minutes of free time. but as we leave the fan zone, we spot of group of fans and head over to them as they call our names.

"excited for the race?" i ask whilst signing through the fence.

"yeah, will we get a podium from the both of you?" one of them says.

"hopefully." ollie replies looking at me and smiling as i hear someone from the back of the group shout.

"let's be honest shes going to bottle it on the first corner. she's a girl." they shout.

ollie goes to say something but i shake my head, we didn't need to make anything big out of it, as a few other people come over after hearing it and there was a group of people at the back shouting hate towards me, as well as ollie saying he was "a shit driver, complete opposite to the other british drivers." saying i was a "waste of a seat on the grid"

"she doesn't even look like a driver, too much fat on her."

after a while, i had to leave. i couldn't stay any longer even though the people at the front were the kindest fans ever.

"let's go." ollie says, pulling me away as i wipe my eye.

"don't let it bother you." he says, pulling me into a hug.

"i tried, but..."

"i know, don't listen. your doing great." he says, hand on the back of my head.

"i just need to go to the garage. help me find jules?" i ask.

"yeah, come on." he says, putting his hand in mine as we walk back.

as i get to the garage, i have to say goodbye to ollie before heading inside. i was looking around jules, when emily comes over too me.

"jules isn't here, he's had to leave." she tells me.

"what?! no, why has he left? i need him for the race." i say, shaking my head.

"he tripped, couldn't walk so hes gone to the medical centre." she says, and i sigh.

"well, who is my engineer for today? i really needed to talk to jules."

"well. i hate to break it to you. but i think it's arthur." she says, pointing at him talking to the aston martin team principal, mike.

"your shitting me."