Fight

P. Thirty four

LUNA
'Ah!' Scared I yell as I crawl up into a ball on the ground, still on my feet. My heart beats like crazy. I move my hand away from my eyes and look up at Sebastian laughing. 'Seb! Fuck you!' I pick up my phone from the ground, that I dropped. Once again. My screen has some scratches. Great. 'Ugh.' I slap his chest. 'You scared the living shit out of me.' He's still smiling.
'Good.'
'Not good. Sheisse Hund,' I curse in German. Shit dog, such a bad curse word. Sebastian laughs again.
'Have a good day.' He places his hand on my back for a second.
'I hope you don't.' I'm being such a child but I don't care. Lately I'm very jumpy and it's annoying I get scared from the smallest things. Last year I didn't jumped, at all. Legit from nothing. Can you have periods in being scared? I continue my walk to the motorhome. Great start of the morning. At least I'm awake.

I bite my lip when I sit down. 'Holly shit these pants are tight.' I'm for sure shutting the blood stream down in my legs. I don't have other pants with me, which sucks. At the hotel room I have them of course, but not here at the paddock. I thought they would stretch out. 'Kala I really need different pants.' Kala looks up from her phone again.
'I'll go have a look.'

When I'm about the leave the paddock, after a long busy press day, I hear throwback music. Where is that coming from? I follow the music. A little group of 6. One person sees me. I point at her smiling. Weird dancing and singing I dance closer to them. They aren't Toro Rosso fans but that's alright. Someone joins me being weird. 'Forget about Lewis alright? Join my team.' They all smile.
'Can we take a picture?' One asks.
'Only if you're wearing blue tomorrow.' Of course I'm kidding.
'Deal,' another says. I take the phone and hand it to Kala, so she can take a group picture. I blend in with the group and smile. 'Thank you Luna.' I give the phone back to the male.
'No problem. I'll be checking on you all tomorrow.' I winking before walking away with Kala. My legs aren't dying anymore. I'm now wearing an xxl Toro Rosso shirt with no pants, it looks alright; the only annoying thing is that I have to watch out with how I sit.

Smiling I look at the two pictures. The second one just taken before first practice. The same people from yesterday, all wearing Toro Rosso shirts. I save both photos and open insta. "Convinced them to support me instead of Lewis! Whahaha they are the best! Much love to MY fans!". I add the photos and post them in my story. I look at Kala sitting down again after a call. 'And?'
'We have a deal with Levi's.' I smile. I have multiple brands who wanna sponsor me or who wanna do a collaboration, which is exciting. 

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My head beats on the music of Beyonce. I'm excited for the race in a couple of minutes. I'm starting 11th and I have so much energy, too much. Night race and street circuit. I love it. I'm starting in front of Daniel, maybe we can have a little battle. Lando stops next to me, his lips are moving. 'Sorry are you talking to me?' I move my headphone away from one ear.
'Someone is excited,' he probably repeats.
'I am. Aren't you?' He smiles.
'I am too.' It's so hard for me not to dance.
'Who are you listening to?'
'Beyonce.'
'She has some good music.' He probably never listens to her but alright, still I nod totally agreeing with him, cause she does have really good music. Why else does she has the nickname queen?

Let's go! I have a good start. A little battle with one of the other cars but I make it through the first corner safe. I leave space, I don't wanna copy Ocon from last year. But I get pushed to the left, before the first legit corner to the right. I try pushing back but the yellow car only moves to the left. I can't break because then I'll cause a bigger accident,with the people behind me. There is the contact with the wall. 'Fuck!' I yell. Raising my middle finger late. But I hope he sees it when he watches it back. 'He fucking pushed me into the wall.' I say to Pierre.
'Yep we saw. Are you ok?' I sight.
'Yes.' I was so excited to race.
'Get back save.' I get out of the car. Kick against my front tire once. Anger rushing through my body. My foot hurts a little, that was not smart to do. I climb over the fence and with my head shaking in disappointment I walk towards the garage. It happened behind the garage so I can walk back easily. It was a yellow car, it wasn't Daniel right? We made a deal that on track there is nothing, no friendship, no love relationship. Just each for their own. You go on that rivalry instinct when you're in the car, but still sometimes it happens you wanna be careful. But I don't think he would push me in the wall. There will be consequences if it is him. If it happens in a battle I totally get it but this, no. A camera appears in the corner of my eye. I calmed myself down a little, and I mean a little.

Relieved I look at the footage. It wasn't Daniel but the Hulk. But why though? There was no one next to him that he had to go to the left. I'm still a bit mad but I've calmed down. It happened, can't turn it back now. Let's hope he crashes too, no that's not nice. I giggle at my own joke, it's not even a joke.

'Guusje,' I hear behind me. I turn around. 'You're Guusje right?' I nod smiling at Nico. Lola is walking somewhere.
'Sorry for what happened,' he says in his best Dutch. I shake my head. We start walking.
'It's fine really, it happened. You got your time penalty, now you're not in the points, so it's fine.' He chuckles. It came out before I thought about it. Luckily he sees the fun of it. 'I'm already focusing on Russia. But thanks for apologizing, I appreciate it.' I touch his back for a second.
'I gotta keep you as a friend, you're a tough one.' I laugh. 'You feel alright? No weird things? No injuries?' I shake my head.
'I'm fine thanks.' It's sweet of him though, coming up to me and apologize.
'Good. Have a safe flight.'
'You too.' We go different ways. Nico is a nice dude.