The fluorescent lights around him immediately felt too much, the noise was unbearable and all he wanted to do was leave immediately. Besides the smell of too much alcohol and sweat, there was also a slight trace of drugs.
Carlos wrinkled his nose.
All he wanted was something to drink, but after going through the fridge and only finding alcohol there, he had to search for his sisters and ask at least one of them, where they had hidden the normal beverages.
That of course turned out to be not that easy.
It was the beginning of the school year and obviously, his sisters had to throw a party. Of course, all of the "cool kids" were invited and there was no place for "losers" like him or his friends.
Unfortunately he lived at the current party location, so there was no coming around this one. Sometimes he almost despised his sisters for their popularity, because he really hates these parties.
It was nothing more than a show off and a good enough reason to waste some money. They al had been growing up privileged, with no worries about money whatsoever. For Carlos, there was a point where he realized, that he couldn't take all of this for granted. That not everyone got to go a private school from first grade onwards, that not everyone made so much money that they could go on vacation multiple times a year or have multiple homes. That he was privileged enough to get whatever he ever wanted and more. Not everyone lived like this, they just were lucky. Don't get him wrong, he was grateful for everything his parents gave him but for him, there was more to life than just money.
One day, he wanted to get into Oxford. Get a good education and help people who weren't as blessed as he was. Preferably through an organization that genuinely made a difference. He also wanted to make a name for himself and someday become an author, or maybe even a professor. He wanted to make a difference in many aspects of other people's lives.
That however, was not everyone's dream future. Almost everyone in this school had no ambition for life, nor dreams of a future career. They're not even trying to show interest in anything, but spending their parent's money.
That was luckily not the case for his best friends George and Alex. The three of them were the only ones, that truly cared about their career, or at least it looked like that. They found each other a few years ago and since then, they had been an inseparable trio.
On the opposite were the "cool kids". People like Max Verstappen, who believed he could be Formula One driver, without ever having set a foot in a formula one car or anything of that kind. Charles Leclerc, who was so obsessed with his looks, that he believed he could live off a modeling career. Complete bullshit, if you asked Carlos. Last and definitely the worst of them all, was Lando Norris.
There was really no one more pretentious than Lando Norris. He had no ambitions in life or plans for his future, besides getting drunk every weekend and fucking with every girl in their school. He always made fun of his friends, speaking with them in a way, it made Carlos blood boil. Occasionally he even playing pranks on them to embarrass them. Carlos only got away from it most times, because Lando was friends with Ana and Blanca. So when they told him not to, he actually backed up on it a little bit. That was only when they were around him though. When he catches Carlos alone, there was no holding back from him whatsoever.
Oh, how Carlos hated him.
Most times he just ignored him, but having him in his backyard on a Saturday night when he didn't have to see him for two months and wasn't supposed to see him until Monday, really did get under his skin.
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when the visor goes down | formula one oneshots
Fanfictionmostly charlos and carlando oneshots :) just anything that comes to my head really, so enjoy! disclaimer: i am well aware that all these drivers have a private life, girlfriends/wifes and are real humans with feelings. i respect their relationship...
