Fight

P. Sixteen

LUNA
What are you doing?' I ask my manager Sophia, who's obviously filming me. 'Nothing I'm texting.' Frowning I look into the camera. 'Your dumbs aren't moving. If you're filming you should turn it horizontal.' She thinks I'm stupid? I love Sophia. The best manager ever. She's a little over 40 and she's a mom figure for me. She's been with me almost from the start. She knows what I like and don't. She turns her phone, so she is filming. 'Excuse me do you know where the toilets are?' I look up. My eyes widen and my mouth slightly opens, when I see her standing there. My head fills up with heat like I'm standing in front of an oven. I look back at Sophia, who's smiling. That's why she was filming. 'Oh my!' I say barely hearable. I look up at the fashionable tall woman. This is the best thing ever. Enthusiastic I stand up and hug her. I'm touching my other queen! 'I'm sorry freaking out. I'll get professional again.' I calm myself down a bit. But I'm so excited, nobody can ruin my weekend. First Beyonce now Zendaya. 'You're so cute.' And it's only getting better. 'You look stunning, like always.' I look down at her outfit. She's wearing a simple outfit, but it looks so good on her. I'm fangirling way too much. I really need to quit. My outfit compared to her. I'm wearing Ivy Park shorts, the blue shirt, some socks and sneakers. Not the most fashionable. 'Wait for tomorrow's outfit.' Can't wait! 'Sit please.' I point at the chair I was just sitting on. Also signing Darnell, her assistant, to sit. I grab a chair for my self from another table and sit down at the table I was just sitting at. 'How red was I?' I question Sophia. 'Not at all actually.' She must be lying. I've been turning red pretty quickly since I was little. I only started accepting it until I was 18.

I hate that I have to leave them in an hour and a half, for qualifying. And I have so much to do before I'm fully ready for qualifying. 'You need to explain some more about what you're doing, we've seen some videos. But we still don't fully understand, so please explain to us. I know you're the only girl, heads down to you queen.' I smile. 'Yeah I'm the only girl. Broke records because of that. I'm not in a top 3 team, so I'm not competing for a championship, yet.' They nod. 'Aren't there more woman?' I nod. 'Yeah there are, one test driver and in lower category. This is the highest, most racing drivers wanna drive in f1.'

'That is Pierre, he drives drives for the other team.' I point at Pierre walking our way. He looks at me. Zendaya is braiding my hair. Four Dutch braids. 'You're talking about me?' He asks standing still at the table. 'Yep, I was telling what of a dick you are.' He fake smiles. The beard on him looks actually pretty good. It doesn't make him way older. Must be hot though. 'Zendaya,' she says in her typical Z way. 'Pierre Gasly, nice to meet you. You need to hurry up with your hair. Qualifying stats soon.' He walks away. 'You need to cut your hair!' His hair is wild! Really wild. 'True,' I hear Zendaya say. 'I'm almost done though.' I look around watching people. 'No hurry.' I do need to get changed though, but that's done in a quick second. 'Why are they wearing a different color blue?' Darnell asks. Didn't I told them? 'Light blue is Scuderia Toro Rosso, we are the "junior" team of Red Bull. Red Bull racing is a team in the top three, they basically have better part than we have and they are fighting for the championship.' Defiantly not a good explanation but I think he understands. 'Who are the Red Bull drivers?' I see him in the corner of my eyes coming down the stairs. 'The dude I just introduced Pierre Gasly and my county mate Max Verstappen.' 'Are there cute guys here?' I smile. 'Enough.'

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My front wing kisses the wall, carbon flying off. Shit. I enter the tunnel. 'Gave a big kiss to the wall.' 'Ok box, box, box.' I wasn't expecting anything else. The light hit my eyes again. I brake, shift and turn. And do all the same, but press gas instead of breaking when I leave the corner.