Switched | Sebastian Vettel

Chapter 25 | Always being the victim

On a Wednesday morning, I was peacefully working on a wrack of a car. It needed a lot of new parts to get it working again, but it was a good challenge for once. I had my working jumpsuit on that was already covered with dirty stains coming from the car. I had control over the radio as I was the first at the garage this morning, which meant you had dips on the radio and had it, therefore, a bit louder then others would normally put the volume on in the garage. The last few notes of The police's song Roxanne came out of the radio and another song immediately was replacing them. A bright smile turned up on my face as I heard the first notes from Abba's Mamma Mia. I hummed along to the song as I was sitting on the right side at the back of the car, trying to figure out how the tyre at this side felt like it was glued on to the car. I felt relaxed after I spend the day with Josh last night. I hadn't realised it before, but now that we talked, it felt like I could finally close the chapter between Josh and me. Or maybe I should say book, as I spent maybe almost half of my life with him as boyfriend and girlfriend or as just friends. It was a good feeling to know that we could return to be just friends, although I wasn't going to lie to myself. It's going to be strange to see him with a guy for the first time. But he is happy now and I hope I can find that happiness soon too. Being twenty-five and single wasn't on my planning. My sixteen-year-old self thought I would have been married by now. 
'Hey Mamma Mia!' I suddenly got ripped out of my thoughts as Troye was leaning on the car. I looked up at him with raised eyebrows as he also put the volume of the radio a bit down. 
'Excuse me, I was enjoying that song.' I told my fellow worker. He grinned.
'I could see that. Tried calling you from there at least six times,' Troye said as he pointed at the door that leads you to the lunchroom. I shrugged, not really understanding his point. He was distracting me. 
'Is there a reason for that?' I asked him as I turned my head back to my work. I had a deadline to make and I wanted to get off work early today. 
'Oh, yeah. I'm playing messenger today.' He said. He held a small pause between the next sentence, making me more annoyed than amused like he was with his grin. 'Joe told me to tell you that you have to take that group of children for a tour around the garage.' 
'Isn't that a job for my dad?' I asked him confused as it was usual that my dad did those tours for schools that wanted to show the kids different kind of workplaces. 
'Yeah, I don't know. He had to go to Sheffield to look at a car that he was interested in? I'm not really sure. You should actually know, daughter of the boss.' I rolled my eyes at his comment. It was no surprise that dad suddenly was gone because he had gotten a great deal on a car that he could resale after putting some new parts into the car. 
'What about Joe?' I asked further. As much as I was in a great mood, I wasn't in the mood to maintain a group of children that were most likely touch stuff they shouldn't touch. 
'Sorry, you're the victim today.' I mumbled something quiet about me being always the victim with these kinds of stuff. Troye obviously decided to ignore it and instead told me at what time they would arrive. 'Be ready in ten minutes, because they will be here in like.. eleven minutes?' 
'I hate you,' I told him with a sigh as let go of the tool in my hand, which made Troye only laugh as he walked to his place again. Guess that meant I wasn't being able to get off early today... 

It took me only six minutes into the tour before I wished I had called in sick today. It wasn't like the kids were annoying, but it was a pretty large group of twenty-six kids and they kept on asking me questions while some of them tried to make their own tours. If it wasn't for the teacher that came with them I would've already broken down from the stress these kids gave me. I didn't want any of these kids leaving this place with one finger less on their hands. It was until my uncle Joe joined us and showed the kids some of the oldies we had sitting around at the back of the garage, which surprisingly made these kids very exciting. 
'Maya?' Troye asked as he walked over me. That guy couldn't leave me alone today, could he? 
'What do you want now?' I asked him, letting my arms rest over each other. 
'Were we expecting more visitors today?' he asked. Making me get annoyed at him again as I felt like he was distracting me again from the job I didn't even want. 
'What are you talking about?' 
'I have a four-time Formula one world champion waiting in the front of the garage to see you.' He said, making me look surprised at him. 'I mean, I don't mind it. But next time could you tell me before hands so that I can not make a fool of myself in front of Sebastian Vettel? You should be glad it's not Jenson Button. Because I would've killed you for letting me embarrass myself.' I looked at him with an open mouth. I didn't really catch what he said after he announced that Sebastian was waiting in the garage. 
'But before you go, I would try and wipe away that stuff on your cheek.' Troye grinned as he pointed to my left cheek. 
'I don't have time as you see,' I told nodding with my head to the kids while I tried to wipe away probably some oil that for some reason ended up on my face. 
'They're literally at the end of their tour. It's just waving them goodbye and you're done.' Troye said confused as he wasn't sure to why I was making excuses for not seeing the German driver that would obviously get a lot of attention in this garage. 
'Tell him I'll be there in five minutes,' I sighed to Troye who just put his hands up and walked back to the front of the garage. To be honest I felt already anxious meeting with Sebastian again eye to eye. What if he decided that he didn't let everything out at the hospital and wanted to make it clear again to me how messed up it was? I already felt sick imagining him looking at me with the anger in his eyes or wanting to yell at me. I looked at how my uncle came walking back to me with the kids and the teacher right behind him. I put my smile on for them as they stood in a half circle around me. Joe patted me on my shoulder before walking to the breakroom. Only giving me a smile as a comment that told me good luck. 
'So kiddos, does anyone have a question before you're all leaving me again?' I asked the kids who all shook their heads heavily. I started laughing at their sudden quietness. 'Okay, then I wish you guys a fun day at school,' I grinned as they all made booing sounds. The teacher thanked me for the fun morning as we walked back to the front of the garage to the exit. As soon as we got to the front I saw Sebastian talking to Troye as they were looking at the car I was working on. We made eye contact as soon as I walked into the room, making me look immediately back to the front of the group that was already running to the exit. I waited until all the kids were outside before turning back to the car I was working on at the beginning of the morning and where Troye and Sebastian still were standing and were watching me. I put on a nervous smile on my face as I walked to the two men. Troye saw this as his sign to leave and patted my shoulders while leaving me with Sebastian. 
'Hey,' I said to him as I felt a few eyes looking over at us. Like this wasn't awkward enough... All of my colleagues were men, but that didn't mean they loved to gossip around with each other about anyone that worked here, because they really loved doing that in their working hours. And I'm pretty sure this was something they couldn't wait to talk about when I was out of sight. 
'Hey,' returned Sebastian the greeting. 'I hope you don't mind me coming here,' he said while keeping his eyes focused on mine.
'It's fine,' I told him, keeping an eye on all my fellow workers who obviously tried to listen to the conversation. 
'Do you maybe have time to get out of here? I think we should talk, only the two of us.' He said, but this time a volume down, knowing from my look that I was concerned about my colleagues. 
'I don't know Sebastian. I have still a lot of work to do and-' I got cut off from a voice behind me, Troye's voice.
'Maya, you've been coming way too early at work and leaving work super late every day since last week. You can easily take the afternoon off,' Troye said. 'Don't let the boy hanging. He's a four-time world champion for crying out loud.' 
I rolled my eyes at Troye's comment, which only curled up Sebastian's lips. 'Fine,' I give in. 'But I want to be back in two hours.' Sebastian nodded before I turned around to Troye.
'If Joe asked where I am. I'm-'
'You're eating lunch and having a long visit to the toilet afterwards.' interrupted Troye me as he finished my sentence, which wasn't the sentence I wanted to say. I ignored his comment and walked with Sebastian out of the garage, still with my working outfit on. Oh boy, how I wished I had switched lives again with Maureen... 

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A/N: Happy race weekend!
Gosh, I'm praying for a Seb win. It's really been too long since the last time he won a race. Other then that, I don't really have anything to report to you, other than hoping you enjoyed this chapter.