Hola Chica - Carlos Sainz Jr. fanfiction

Chapter 7

Sophie's POV

Once again, Bethany woke me up, but much earlier than the day before.

"Aunttiiiieeee it's F1 tiiiiime"

"Okay, okay, have you got breakfast"

"Nope! FP3 first!"

We sat up and watched. Carlos looked amazing in the car. I watched him as he snaked around each bend, hairpin and owe the start/finish line. I was very proud if him.

But, having the Renault power unit, we weren't as fast as we would have hoped to be.

"Why is he only P15?" Bethany asked, shocked at how quick he had been.

"We have a Renault engine, so the car is so much slower than we like"

"Will it hinder us in the race?"

"We've got good cornering speeds but our speeds on the straights are terrible. We're very far behind the Mercedes powered cars"

"And force India?"

"Psh, their car is on par with ours! Honestly, they're pretty much running last seasons car with this seasons engine"

"When will they bring a new chassis in?"

"Silverstone. That's june" I laughed.

"And why are McLaren in line with Manor?"

"They've got bad reliability"

***

As a treat, we had pancakes and Nutella for breakfast. But, I also had a quick Skype with Carlos.

"Hola Chica!"

"Hola Chico!"

There was a wolf whistle in the background.

"Roberto! Fuck off!" He laughed.

"Roberto doing you in?"

"Nah, we've been having a laugh. I need one with the at being in no mans land"

"Try driving a manor!" He shouted.

"Roberts! I told you to fuck off!" He laughed.

"Anyway, the cars in no mans land. I wish you were here, Chica"

"I wish I was with you too. But, I've got Bethany with me!"

"Hiya!!!!" She yelled, jumping behind me.

"Hey Beth! You looking after Soph for me?"

"Yes! She's fine!"

"Anyway, how's life in the motorhome with darling Roberto?" I giggled.

"Oh it's great! He's a good cook, he can drive, does my washing and, hey, he's even a good hugger!"

"A little creepy" I laughed.

"I'm so not ready or quali. I'm already being outperformed by max. It's stupid"

"But you just need to ignore the publicity he's getting. You'll be the unsung hero of the rookies!"

"I suppose so, but I'd rather be more in the limelight than not getting any publicity at all"

"Aww, you can get all the attention you like from me when you're home!"

"Can I now? The weekend best hurry up then!"

"Oh god you two! Stop it! Get a room!" Bethany laughed

" Bethany! Shall I tell max you like him?" Carlos teased.

"But I doooon't! I like nico Hulkenberg!"

"Yeah, we'll he's eleven years your superior and taken" I laughed.

"Okay, okay! While I leave you girls to fight, I'm going to have lunch with Roberto and do my two girls proud!"

"Goodbye my love"

He blew a kiss at the camera and cut us off.

***

Carlos's POV

"I love this track!" Max said, walking up to me with juggling balls in his hands.

"Keep ups with juggling balls?"

"Nope, I'm learning how to juggle!"

"It's easy when you learn how"

He threw them to me as I showed him how to juggle. He tried after, dropping them after a couple of rounds.

"Verstappen, you've for big hands! Throw one up, move the other into your hand with the other and catch the thrown one"

"I'll learn eventually" he laughed.

I grabbed my headphones and put some music on to get into a rhythm. A bit of Enrique never hurt anyone.

'Im a freak' was the song that got Sophie and I together. It was the Autosport awards after party at a club. She wasn't drunk at all, just dancing sexily. I walked up to her and asked her name and then we started dancing. The dancing got sexier and sexier. After a couple of minutes we were making out in the corner of the room. She was pushed against a wall as I gave her breasts a little feel. Soon, we were back in my hotel room having some fun with Alex Lynn next door complaining of the bed banging off the wall.

"Carlos, time to go" Marco said to me.

I talked myself through each corner. In my head, obviously. Soon, I was flying through the air. I'd gone over a kerb to hard. Luckily, I got the car back on the track and just into Q2.

"Carlos, you need to pick up the pace, you're a long way off Q3"

"These tyres are dead! They won't get me any further!"

"You'll have to make it work. You can't have a new set. There's no ttime

I didn't manage Q3. It was stupid. Max managed Q3 but I didn't.

***

I sloped back into my hotel room and collapsed on the bed. No way was I going for dinner with the lads. I couldn't face it.

I mean, I wasn't as far back as Fernando, but I was still behind my YOUNGER teammate.

I screamed loudly. It sounded like a howl. It echoed throughout my hotel room.

"Are you okay?" A kiwi asked.

"Come in Mitch"

"What's up?"

"I'm so far behind max. It's stupid now. He's getting to Q3 and I struggle with Q1. His pace is unbelievable"

"It takes time, mate. You need to get used to the car, the engine and Max. You really need to learn how he races, his techniques and styles and maybe you'll be the same"

"But I'm nowhere near. I've got stress at home ttoo

"Why?"

"My girlfriend, she's pregnant"

"Since when did you have a girl?"

"The girl I was kissing at the Autosport awards"

"Oh! Pregnant?!"

"Yep. But, she needs to talk to me about it. I'm worried it'll be bad"

"How's Marco treating you?"

"Like I'm some sort of super rookie. I hate it. He already thinks I can get a podium"

"Just do what you can. And, as for your Chica, if that's right, you need to relax with her. Go to a spa, watch a film and do something that involves cuddles"

"Okay, thanks Mitch. See you tomorrow?"

"Sure"

And with that, I went to sleep only thinking of Sophie.