Fight

P. Thirteen

LUNA
I've never been in a helicopter before. I'm such a rookie. But I don't care. I film something short to post on my insta. As I flip the camera, showing my face I start making pictures of us two, Max not noticing anything. When Max notices he starts making weird faces. I smile. I stop not much later. I look down again, the track a little while a head, I see little people walking. I'm so stocked for today and tomorrow. I can't wait to do the caravan race with max. I have a busy schedule cause right after the caravan race I have a different race.

'Where are you going?' They ask me. 'Picking up my friends.' With a happy fast walk I walk to the barriers. My smile can't grow any bigger. I see the twins standing, waiting for me. I swing around their neck both at the same time. 'God I missed you two.' I look at them smiling. I haven't seen them in a couple of months. We're all so buzzy. They have a YouTube channel together in English, they're doing pretty good. They have over 200k subscribers. Chatting we walk back to the tent I just came from. Both of them are filming, for the vlog. 'Guys this is Amaya.' I rest my hand on Amaya her back, introducing her. 'And this is Ava.' Introducing her as well. 'It's good you don't wear the same clothes.' Max smiles. Amaya and Ava look the same and sexy as hell. Their boob striae very visible on their dark skin, with the top they are wearing. I have them too, also on my hips and butt. I was insecure about it, but they helped me allot. Mine aren't even that visible anymore, only when I have a tan. They are scars after all. But I don't mind showing them off anymore, they are a big part of me. I like them. 'Where is the car?' They have been at a formula 3 or other races before but they have never seen a formula 1 car in real life.

'Who are you texting?' Ava asks me. Only now I notice I'm smiling at my phone, like crazy. 'Know one.' My phone gets grabbed out of my hand from the other side. 'Danny. Ricciardo?' Amaya asks not too loud. She gives me my phone back. 'What's going on between you an Daniel?' I feel myself already blush. Is it that obvious? We separated a little away from the group, sitting in gras. 'Nothing.' I hide my face in my hands. They start to giggle. 'Tell!' I look back up. 'We've been on a date once. Is it that easy to notice?' They shrug at the same time. 'We know you,' Amaya starts. 'Your smile couldn't get any bigger.' No! 'Really?' They both nod. 'It's good. We're getting Guusje back again.' They both wrap their arms around me. I love them so much. They have been a big support for me. We became friends with each other when we were 14. With Nova, Lola and I became friends that year before. The next year we all got into the same class and we're still best friends. Hopefully until we're all old and grey, until the death separates us.

'This is a whole different car than you normally drive, how do you think you're going to do?' I look at the yellow Toyota. My name and number 13 are on it. I shrug. 'I'm starting last, by own choice. We'll see how I'm gonna do. It's gonna be fun I know that and that's all that matters.' 17 womans, with me counted, are racing against each other on the track. 'How was the ride in the Aston Martin?' I start nodding. 'It was allot of fun, better then the first time.' The man frowns a little. 'What happened?' 'I didn't knew how to open the door.' He chuckles.

The light go off. I press the gas, switch gear. Already overtaking three before I enter the first corner. Looking in my mirrors, changing gear, I leave the corner. Overtaking another one from the outside, in the second corner. Already turning my wheel for the third corner someone touches me, making me spin. Shit. I bite my lip, turning the weel massively, I end up in the gravel but facing the track. I wait for the woman's who I just overtook to past before I get back on track.

Holding on to the steering wheel I let the car lead me into the barriers. Second time, but this time worse. With my nose into the barriers. My body moving a little in my chair of the hard impact. With a pouted lip I look at the camera when I'm not moving anymore. 'I'm better in a real racing car.' I'm also not wearing my helmet. Maybe a superstition but my name is on there that my mom wrote, it just brings me luck. 'You're alright?' I get asked over the radio. I nod, 'yep.' I've had worse. I get out of the car. Marshals coming my way. I wave at fans who are yelling. It was the last lap. But tomorrow we're back, then we aren't going for the barriers. The damage actually pretty bad.

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