Fight

P. Twelve

LUNA
'Did you got me my drink?' I ask Charles as we make our way to the truck. 'Your drink?' He asks. I get up and lean against the railing. 'I asked you to take my drink with you.' I don't like Red Bull drink. I'm not a big fan of energy drinks anyway. The only drink I drink is a bottle you can only get in Holland, I think. I have a small stash at home and a take a bottle with me for every race. I drink it before I get in the car. To have some sugar in my body. 'I didn't.' He shakes his head, also leaning against the railing next to me. Daniel and my eyes cross as he walks by. 'You're serious Charlie?' He starts smiling. So he isn't? He reaches for his back pocket. Showing me the bottle with yellow drink in it. Relieved I start smiling. 'It's your last one.' I take over the bottle. 'I know asshole.' I open the bottle and take a sip. 'You love me.' He wraps one arm around me. I do. How can I hate on such a cute face? 'Can I try?' I turn away, his arm still around me. 'Non.' But I hand him the bottle. 'That is a certain taste.' He takes another sip, even though he isn't a big fan of it; I can tell. 'That's enough.' I grab my drink out of his hand, taking a sip myself.

'Luna sorry to interrupt your conversation with Charles.' Smiling from a throwback I was talking about with Charles, I turn to the woman who's keeping her balance on the moving truck. 'How do you feel?' The camera gets pointed at me. 'Way better than yesterday. I didn't ate much yesterday, that was also playing a role with everything going on that day.' I wave to the fans. 'But I ate good today, we're going for the points.' We're starting 13th. I drove the last 5 minutes in Q2. Surprisingly I ended up 14th in Q1. In Q2 I felt already a bit better than in Q1. The short break helped in between, I ate some fruit. There were already some critical comments on my on social media. I found it hilarious to read. Of course the most were from man, they call me a pussy, but when they are sick the whole world is dying. I find it funny, it really doesn't bother me, I know how I feel, they don't. 'Good! You're starting next to your team mate, how do you feel about that?' I shrug. 'It's the same. I'm not holding back just because he's my team mate.' Unless I have team orders, but we didn't discuss that.

'Good luck.' Jack stops with walking. 'Thanks.' We always have the interview when I start walking towards the front of the track. The home support is always great. 'Salve Lune posso farti una domanda?' The Italian asks. I nod, of course he can ask me a question, he walks with me to the front of the track. I speak Italian when I know it's an Italian interview, French with a French one, it's easier for them, they don't have to translate and I speak the language so I don't seem why not.

I move my hand over Daniels back, not too visible for the other people. I stand on my toes and look over his shoulder, my hand that was on his back rests now on his shoulder. 'You're not sick yet?' I ask him in Italian. It isn't a conversation other can't listen too, but now less people can understand. He smiles. 'Non. Luckily not,' he replies back in Italian. I don't want him to get sick either. 'Good.' 'You're making sick, go away,' Vettel involves with the conversation. Knowing he's joking. 'Alright asshole.' I walk away to my spot with a soft grin. I stand still next to Lance, behind a little girl.

If I go faster I'll be out of the race, so I start loosing my pace a little. Making sure I don't get sandwiched, between Daniil and Antonio; now there is still room for me to back off. But there still flies a piece off from my front wing, hitting Antonio's back tire. Shit. Other cars are on each side of me. Before I know it I'm in corner 7. A yellow car behind me and my team mate in front of me. 'Any damage to the car?' Focusing on what going on around me I answer the team radio. 'There is slight damage to my front wing but it car feels the same.'

A blue flag is getting raised. When I look in the mirror I see a dark blue car coming my way. For the second time. I let him pass, as I'm supposed to. He's fourth, two Ferrari's and one Mercedes just past me. And I'm already watching my mirrors for the other Red Bull. I'm eleventh right now, 20 more laps to go. 'Pierre is approaching too.' There is the other Red Bull in my mirrors, just coming out of the corner in the back. I go through the 10th corner and stay out of his way, not much later he passes me. It's disappointing that I have to let them pass me, that shows how much slower we are, which is so sad.

'Are you still a virgin?' I almost choke in my water. I cough a couple of times and then let out a burp. Somehow my coughing is always over after I burp. 'Sorry.' I apologize for the burp. 'Why?' I look at him. 'There was more going on than just the first date.' I start smiling. He's so sweet. 'Well I'm not a virgin. But I was on my period, that was going on,' I lie. I wasn't on my period anymore. He looks a little relieved. He's for sure way more experienced than me. I only had one boyfriends in my life. But it's logical, he's 29. I'm 23. But I haven't told him the actual reason and I don't know when I gonna tell him. 'So when is our second date?' He asks. I shrug. I haven't texted him the details yet. 'After the Zandvoort?' I have a pretty busy schedule this week. First two fun days with Nova, Tuesday evening I'm flying to Italy. Have some team meetings and some testings to do. And Friday I'm flying to Amsterdam. On Sunday and Monday is Zandvoort. So I have a buzzy week ahead. He nods.