second chances ~ ollie bearman (2)

part 106

once i get back to the garage, and reach my driver room i head straight onto twitter after changing quickly to see these comments max had mentioned

breaking : ollie bearman and his fiance angelina antonelli are rumoured to have broken up/going through another break up. photos sent show ollie in the paddock during her concert, and arriving to the track alone!!

fucking unbelievable. why do they think they can make 'breaking' posts about my relationship, mine. not theirs.

i couldn't stop myself from scrolling through comments, some about me and ollie, others about my concert and me. and of course there was nice comments, the majority of them were. but that doesn't mean i don't focus on the bad ones more.

who does she think she is? someone is clearly full of herself

all that shit about her having an eating disorder then she goes and does this? it's attention seeking if you ask me.

maybe she should eat less

she can take me for a ride anytime, on or off the track if you know what i mean

stick to racing, at least you can pretend your good at that

no wonder ollie left her she's a slut

"angel? can i come in?" jules asks, knocking on the door.

"yeah it's open." i reply, finally dragging my eyes away from my phone as jules walks in with a plate of food.

"here you go, you okay?" he asks, noticing the distracted look on my face.

"oh yeah, just erm.. nothing." i reply, taking a shaky breath.

"can i see your phone?" he asks, sitting beside me.

"i-i don't think-"

"angel." he says, giving me a look as i hand it over, wiping my eyes.

"don't listen to them, they are dicks. okay? so for now i'm taking this." he says, putting it in his pocket.

"jules im not a kid." i say.

"no, i know. but it's for the best. you want me to stay whilst you eat? i have free time before the meeting." he offers, and i nod.

"yeah." i reply, nodding my head as i pick up the fork and begin eating a bit.

listen to them angel, you don't need to eat.

i was barely eating, just pushing the food around the plate. all that was going through my head was those comments i read.

"don't focus on the bad ones yeah? focus on the good ones. people saying how happy you looked, how good you were. because you were good." jules reassures, as i nod slowly.

"i know i should, ollie told me not to go onto media but i just had too. max told me about people saying stuff about me and ollie."

"yeah, i saw that. but you can go find him after the meeting."

"no i have a video with kimi, and then it's getting ready for the race."

"you could talk to him during the drivers parade?"

"i will."

"im sure he hasn't even seen these comments."

"maybe not."

"come on, eat up. we have ten minutes." he says, notices my barely touched plate.

"right sorry." i reply, taking a bite.

"the fia say they are happy with you so far, so you just need to keep it up yeah?"

"yeah." i reply.