WhatsApp Ft. Pierre Gasly

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Pierre and I just act as nothing has happened and we continue to have fun. When he is about to get into his car we look at the screens that play the footage the people all across the world see: the official footage of the race showed on tv. 

"Is that Julia?" I ask confused when I see Stoffel kissing a girl, it isn't quite clear who it is. "Oh my goodness it is!" My eyes widen when they pull back and now we see both of their faces. Julia quickly leaves and I turn to Pierre, who has a dull look in his eyes. "You okay, I know you really liked Julia and..." Suddenly Pierre starts to frown. He doesn't know I know her. 

"How do you know Julia?" I nervously chuckle. Wrong move. "Well?" 

"I met her in Monaco at the Grand Prix and I gave her some advice when she needed. No biggy." 

"No biggy people often say when they are hiding something." I huff, but Pierre isn't buying it. Why am I such a terrible liar? 

"What did you give her advice on?" Pierre asks instead of hammering on what I am keeping from him. 

"Nothing big, now shouldn't you get ready to get into the car?" Pierre nods and I give him a kiss on his cheek. He now knows how I feel anyway, so why hide it? Plus, it is a bit of an apology for not telling him I maybe helped Julia make the decision to go for Stoffel and not him... In the end, it worked out perfectly for me, but I don't want Pierre to think everything was set up and I purposely made Julia hurt him like hell. I sigh and take out my phone to text Julia. Soon I get a response. I wait till Pierre leaves the garage in his Toro Rosso and then head to the Red Bull garage where Julia is already waiting for me at the back of the garage. 

It has been too long, but my tests were driving me crazy with the amount I had to study for them. I have two left, but one I don't have to study for so I have some time to write now!