Fight

P. Nineteen

LUNA
A quick pain rushes through my lower leg. I look down at the wasp flying off my leg. Fuck. What did I do to make you mad? What are you even doing here? It's not that hot, the weather isn't looking great at all. 'We need to stop the truck.' I say to Carlos. I place my leg over the railing, so I can reach my leg better. It's good I'm not wearing a skirt unlike yesterday. 'Why?' He asks. 'I got stung by a wasp, I'm allergic,' I say before sucking out the venom. In the corner of my eye I see him walk away. I spit out before sucking again just in case. The spot is already turning red and starts to swell. Slowly the truck stops moving. Now quickly back too the garage. It's a good thing the safety car is driving behind us, we're only in corner 8, so not that far away yet. But I need my adrenaline stick. I make my way through the boys to the back, getting off the truck. 'Where are you going?' I don't answer. I knock on the on the window of the passengers seat, the window gets rolled down. 'I need to get back to the garage as quickly as possible. I just got stung by a wasp and I'm allergic.' The door opens. I text both Pierre as Kala so they can get me my stick. I place the helmet on my head and get strapped into the car. The man drives away, passing de truck.

'You're good?' Vettel asks me. 'Yeah, I'm still alive.' He smiles. 'Thanks.' I walk to my spot. I feel like someone is watching me. It's raining good. Love it. Thanks to the umbrella for keeping my dry. I look to my right at the row of drivers. Not everyone is here yet. A cold drip of water in my neck. Ai. My eyes meet Lewis for a second and then he looks away. We still haven't talked. We really need to, I can't forget about it. Not in a good way, it is bothering me. I wanna know why. When I look up at the clouds I can tell it's gonna continue raining for a while, the prediction is rain the whole race. I can't wait to show them what I got in the wet. I'm starting 13th. I'm ready to kick some asses.

Final lap. Being on third position feels amazing. My nerves are even worse, I wanna keep this position, hopefully no one is going to take it away from me. No one is in my mirror. I'm proud of myself, from p13 to p3. I worked hard, drove to the max and legit to Max. Took everything I had in me and everything out of the car. I lost grip once but I was able to keep the car straight. Did allot of overtaking, some are not good in the wet. Charles crashed the first corner. Sadly. Vettel and Bottas didn't went that well either. The start was messy. In front of me I see Max loose grip while turning into the L'epingle corner. Ok not too fast through the corner. I turn into the corner before Max is back on track. Now full speed to the finish. The chicane and there comes the finish line. 'Second! That was an amazing race Luna, well done!' Pierre says over the radio. 'Whooow!!' I yell with a big smile. 'This is amazing! Fuck yeah!! Thank you, thank you so much.' I'm exhausted and I wanna cry. I wave to the fans while driving.

I stop behind the number two. I turn the car off before placing my hands in front of my eyes on the helmet. 'This is crazy, shit,' I say to myself. I'm on fucking p2. My first F1 podium. Slowly I shake my head. Unbelievable. I unbuckle myself, free myself from all the things I'm attached to, remove my steer and get out the car. Happy jumping off. I jump into the crowd of my engineers. What hurts but it doesn't matter. My feet go over the barrier, making standing behind it. We all start to jump up and down happy, my smile isn't going away for a while. I place my hands together and slightly bow a couple times, while turning around in circles. Thanking my crew. I climb back to the good side. Max already removed his helmet. We hug. 'Well done, you deserve it.' With my hands still on his arms I look at him. 'I'm sorry that you spun.' Third would've been fine by me too. 'It's alright.' But not really. I can see it in his eyes he's disappointed. I remove my helmet. Letting the rain drips hit my face. Thank you rain, love you very very much. 'You should've ended second.' He shakes his head. 'Spinning was my own fault.'

It's weird seeing myself on the screen, second place, it's still sinking in. I dry my face off with the towel, drink some normal temperature water. God I hate the warm water in the car. Both Max and I take a seat as Lewis walks in. '11 places, impressive,' Max says in Dutch. Of course there were people that did not finish and didn't had to over take, but it sounds good. 'Thanks. I mean Danoontje Power!' I let the r role and show my right strong arm. Max laughs. We both know what we're talking about, it used to be a commercial about pudding. It's a good one. 'You lost grip too?' The tv shows my action. 'Max action of Brazil 2016.' It was a similar to his one but on a different track. Close to the barriers. Saving it just before going in. 'Well done.' Lewis his hand is balding in a fist in front of me. I pound my fist against his. Well this ain't awkward, I know people who are watching are seeing it too. I know Max has seen the video too. I can feel him look at me, so I also look at Max. 'I'm not saying anything,' he says in Dutch. 'Me neither,' I reply. 'But if you wanna say something say it,' I say still in Dutch. He shakes his head. 'Nee, nee, nothing.' I softly smile. I know people back home can hear it all too. Or at least reading lips. This is fucking hilarious.

Kala holds the umbrella above my head. 'Queen in the wet.' I smile, I'm so excited, still can't believe it. 'How did you do it?' I look into the camera with a smirk. 'Because I'm Dutch.' Oh that one is so bad. I look to my left, at Max who's laughing. He heard me. 'Good one.' 'I mean what can I say, the two Dutchies on the podium, don't know who the other person is.' I move my hand, like I'm whipping him away. 'But I took the challenge. Took allot of risks, that luckily all worked out good. I didn't expected us to end up second at the beginning. Close to the podium would've already been great, but on the podium is amazing. The team did an amazing job I can't thank them enough.'

My back is leaning against the back of the chair, my hands between my legs, because I'm cold. I quickly changed into non wet clothing, but I'm still cold. I look over the people. It's hard seeing, but I can see Kala standing in the back with a smile, what makes me smile softly too. 'This question is for Lewis and Luna.' Of course, now is the best time to ask us both a question. 'Is your relationship going to effect your work?' Ugh. Why? Once again wasn't expecting that. Sadly enough I can't hide my smile, this is such a bad moment to smile. 'We're nothing. That wasn't me.' Confused I look at him. Sorry he said what? Did I miss under stood him? I hope I did. That was clearly him in that video. He got me pissed off with that answer. 'Starting a relationship with your college is a stupid thing to do. You're constantly competing against each other, like if someone pushed the other off track you're probably going to have a fight about it. It just isn't smart to do. It's also gonna make you soft, not wanting to hurt your boyfriend or girlfriend.' He's seriously going to play it like that? He completely screwed himself. He should've kept his mouth shut. Maybe I also shouldn't have looked the way I did. Making it more obvious. 'No comment.' I fake smile. I take a sip of my water. Now we really need to talk, tonight. I don't care he has a place to be. I'm gonna talk to him. I'm so mad. The anger is rushing through my body.

I remove the microphone and quickly leave the table, still pissed about what Lewis said a couple questions ago. 'What a fucking asshole.' I meet with Kala. Fierce I grab the jacket out of her hands. She knows I don't mean it like that. It's just all in the heat of the moment. 'Don't say anything.' I'm not gonna say anything. I'm done talking about it. I wanna punch someone or something so bad. The wall next to looks great to punch a hole in. But I slip my hands in the pockets of my Toro Rosso jacket. Target locked, the trash can. I kick against it, making it fall. Nothing much falls out. I get one hand out of my pocket and with anger I push the open the door. Kala not following me. I see Lewis in the distance. If looks could kill he would be dead. 'Sorry,' I apologize to Kara who cleaned the trash. She shakes her head. 'I get it.'