I look at my self in the mirror and sigh. What am I doing? I should just cut my hair short enough to look like a guy, but instead I keep my blonde hair long enough to keep my feminine side in-tacked. You see I'm a race car driver, well at least I'm trying to be. You don't see other girls going round the races like oh my god I'm a girl and I'm winning formula one! Well, sure, there are some (Michelle Mouton and Amati for example). But I heard they received a lot of hate for it, as girls supposedly less mechanically aware or aren't serious enough for sponsors to sponsor them (that also means we earn less money than the men do in Formula One). So you see? This is why I'm braiding my hair so that it won't show through the hat I'm about to put on, and of course the helmet Ill be putting on later for the race. I then put on baggy jeans and a plain white shirt. Yeah, your probably thinking 'how can u hide the boobs? they're obviously there cuz i mean yea...' Well mine aren't big enough to see through most shirts so im fine. I put on my hat and walk downstairs. I'm lucky, paparazzi aren't that interested in me because if they were I'd have to dress like this every time I walked out the house, and I'm not at all interested in giving up my girly side totally. Otherwise I would have cut my hair super short like a man. I got into my car, I could say I have a Ferrari or a McLaren for the average car I drive around in. But that would be a lye, I have an VW Eos convertable. Anyway I put the roof down cuz it was a warm day. I sped down the road towards the race track. Now all my mind was thinking about was how I was going to win. Or should I say survive?
--- 20 minutes later ---
I walked towards my car a ferrari. My helmet was already on of course but I soon noticed that the guy standing by my car wasn't the guy who was ment to make sure that me and my car were ok and ready to go. He was my main competitor, you could say we hate eachother however that would be wrong because he hates my male act. However he loves my female side. He doesn't know it though, he thinks that the person he loves and the guy in this helmet is 2 different people. I'll explain this later.
'Hello Max. You ready to loose?'
'Haha James. Very funny. You ready to race? Is your girlfriend watching? OH WAIT?! She never does! Oops sorry...' I joked, I'm his girlfriend, I knew this would anoy him though.
'Yeah well at least I have a girlfriend. You're still single!' He smirked
'And thats how I like it' I laughed
'You still scared to show off your hair? really? Its not like anyones gonna hate you for it' He laughed and walked away knowing he had pulled the right strings to get me as pissed as possable before the race.
I got into my car and started the engine. Then the guy who was ment to look after the car arrived.
'Is the car working ok?' He asked me.
'what does it look like?' I said annoyed
'Its ment to sound right more than look right'
'then what does it sound like?' I looked at him
'Ok seems like everythings ok' He quickly moved on 'Is there any thing you need?'
I looked at the weather, it had changed drastically from warm to rain... how does that work? 'Could you get someone to dill holes in my helmet screen?'
'No, It would let the water in'
'but itll clear the fog I may be wet, but at least I can fucking see where Im going'
He walked off and came back and drilled 4 holes in my helmet screen 2 on each side.
'Thanks Im ready now' He walked away course he was last off the road and the lights were turned on to tell us when to start the race.
The lights turned green and we were off
- 1.45 hours later -
I glanced at James as he stood up on first place. I was second. And this other guy was third, I've forgotten his name. However much he may shove it in my face that he won, every year its the same, he wins then I win then he does and I do and it keeps on going on a bit like that. Anyway I walked off the stage and toward my changing room where I changed and got into my car for the way home. No, don't judge, I am the type to celebrate my achievements however I feel really uncomfortable celebrating as a guy. So everytime I drive home I change, and then go back to meet James as his girlfriend. Of course this means I'll have to act all happy for him (which of course I am) and as if I hate Max, that was a fake name of course. My real name is Abbey.
I looked at the mirror and applied my make-up, a gold pencil eyeliner, black mascara and Cherry Me babylips. And nothing more. I like to keep things simple. I walked out the bathroom as I brushed out my hair. Long curls, the curls wouldn't stay long though my hair was naturally really straight so as I brushed it the curls from the braide loosened and disapeared. I looked in my wardrobe, I took out a floral v neck dress that flowed down to my thigh. I put on a push-up bra and pulled the dress over my head, it was quite tight fitting on the top half but at the waist it flowed freely as I moved to check my phone. One new message:
Hey bby,
You probably would have expected this but I came first! Anyway I was wondering when you were coming for the afterparty?
James xxx
I laughed and texted back
Well done! I'll be there in a sec I've just finished getting ready I'm getting into the car now with Logan ;)
Abbey xxx
He was quick to reply:
You're bringing Logan? Can he be the designated driver so that we can both drink??
James xxx
No... hes a dog silly ;) but he can drink with you!
Abbey xxx
I called out to my loving German Sheperd, Logan. And he obediently came to me, I'd trained him myself. I grabbed my bag and got back into my car and drove to the afterparty.
'Heyy Abbey you came!' James walked over to me and gave me a hug
'You know I always try to come to the afteraparty at the very least'
'Yeah, but I sorta wish you would see me race...' He greeted Logan
'I watch it on the TV. I even get in trouble with my boss for that and you know it. Being a freelance designer isn't very stable money'
'I know, but...' I kissed him before he could finish the sentence I wasn't up for arguing.
'So first place huh? pretty impressive!'
'Yeah, I'm psyched! I just wanna party right now' He smiled 'That Max guy asked me why you never come again... well he didnt ask he just shoved it in my face'
'But its alright. You proved him wrong, by winning the race...'
'yeah I guess' He then turned to the bar tender '2 beers please, one blonde one' The bar tender, Zac, nodded and got the beers out.
'thanks' I said, knowing that James wasn't going to.
'No problem' Zac smiled at me
'ummm.... I'm going to talk to my friends over there...' James walked off leaving me with Zac.
'I'm sorry to be the one telling you this but I've got a feeling that James is cheating on you' Zac said
'Why do you say that?' I knew James pretty well, and Zac. Why would he say this?
'Well I saw him yesterday at this bar kissing this other girl... The girl he's talking to now I think... Anyway I shouldn't be intruding like this... um...' He then moved on to surve another guy as James came back.
'Who's that you were talking to? I haven't seen her before...?'
'Oh just a friend of mine, nothing you should worry about' Somehow this didn't rest my worries...
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Authors Note:
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