|| sequel to " to the finish line || ollie bearman" ||
angel and ollie have a perfect relationship, or at least had. when a photo appears online, their relationship ends, and the two f1 rookies split their separate ways.
angel has to survive her fir...
once i was changed into a gym set, i opened the door to my room and walked out to jules who was waiting in the corridor.
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i already felt extremely self conscious, hence the jacket. but it didn't change the fact that i didn't like the way i looked or felt.
"you think we can keep netflix out of the room?" i ask, walking alongside jules with my arms across my stomach.
"i can try, but probably not i'm afraid."
"okay, it's fine... i'll deal with it."
"i know it's probably not ideal for you right now, but at least you won't be watching it for a good few months."
"yeah, yeah." i say, nodding as we reach the room with steve, and emily, the other fia member.
"ah angelina! there you are!" steve says, turning to look at me, judging me up and down without making it subtle.
"sorry i took so long, i was on the phone to someone." i say, putting on a fake smile as netflix attached a mini microphone to me.
it's true, i called ollie and messaged kimi, both of them reassuring me it would be fine. it helped a little to calm my nerves, but i was still anxious.
"okay angelina, if you could take a seat here." emily says, a kind smile on her face.
"yeah." i reply, sitting down and leaning back.
"can you take off the jacket please?" she asks, and i nod, taking off my jacket as she places in on a table.
she takes some blood, talking me through it the whole time whilst mike, lawrence and steve spoke. jules stood beside me, watching to make sure i was okay.
"how do you feel angel, good?" emily asks, and i nod. after our small conversation, i allowed her to call me angel, feeling she was a lot nicer than stupid shitty steve.
"yeah fine." i reply.
"okay great. steve, we are ready for the scales now." she says, as my heat skips a beat.
netflix closed in, and i could feel my heartbeat picking up as i walked over to the scales.
"it's going to be fine." jules says, placing his hand on my shoulder, as i look back at him, my face undoubtedly full of nerves.
anyone who looked at me could tell i was nervous, i hate being weighed. especially being weighed whilst almost ten people in the room watched. the only one who wasn't looking at the number, was me.
i stepped onto the scales, my eyes closed as i looked down. the silence was terrifying. the seconds felt like minutes. i could only imagine the judging on people's faces, in steve's mind as he thought about how to make my life a living hell.
"okay... step off." steve's annoying rat-like voice says and i step backwards, looking across at jules with eyes filled of terror as he looks back with sympathy.
"it's not as bad as it could be." he says, putting his hand on my back as i nod.
"steve, do you think that a meal plan, a training camp could be put in place despite her weight? if we perhaps sign a contract to promise a certain weight gain?" lawrence asks.
"that could happen, but it all depends on what happens next. you know it's not just my decision, i'll call the guys back at fia. so, no promises about anything."
"you think i will still race?" i ask, my italian accent standing out like a pink sheep in a room full of british, canadian or french accents.
"no promises." he repeats, as i restrain myself from rolling my eyes.
"okay." i say, nodding slowly, putting my arms across my stomach.
"it's going to be fine. he's making it worse than it is." jules says and i nod. it seems all im doing is nodding.
in the garage, at a race track, in the car, i have all the control. i'm the one driving, i tell the mechanics and engineers what needs to be changed. but here, it's like i'm the least important. i have to do what im told. i'm the one who can be kicked out here. i'm the vulnerable one again.
i get attached to different machines to measure different things about my body, and begin different fitness tests. steve's beady little eyes watching my every move. without context, he would be seemed a nonce. i hope he's not a nonce.
the last two tests, was a run on the treadmill, and to finish a little while on the bike and a stretch to cool down. i had been in that room for what felt like hours, there was no clock. i had no idea what time it was. netflix was still here, they filmed everything.
"okay great." steve says once all the tests were finally over with.
"what happens now?" i ask, standing up from the mat on the floor after answering a few questions on how i felt.
"im just going to talk over these results with emily and the others, hop on a call and then in maybe 30 minutes we will meet again and go over what has been decided." steve explains as i put my jacket back on.
"okay great, thank you." i say, giving another fake smile to steve before walking out of the room with jules.
"how do you feel now?" he asks.
"i'm really fucking scared, i just... i don't know what's going to happen and i don't like the... the..." i say, forgetting my knowledge of english.
"the?" jules says.
"shit, the not knowing? what's that word?"
"uncertainty."
"yes, that. my english can be really shocking sometimes." i joke a little, smiling slightly.
"oh it can be terrible." jules says, laughing a little.
"i'm going to get my phone, ollie and kimi said to call." i say, as we reach my room.
"okay, just hand me the microphone." he says, and i unclip the microphone, which jules hands back to the netflix crew following us.
"actually, do you think we could get a recording of one of those phone calls? or both if possible?" the producer asks.
"er... if you must." i say, clipping the microphone back on.
|| authors note ~ hope you enjoy! early post tonight as i can't post tomorrow! 🫶🏼
