Young IndyCar driver Shawn Mendes has it all. Amazing family and friends, money, fame and beautiful girls at his beck and call. Well... all except for a certain brunette who seems immune to his popularity and charm.
Camila, an avid race fan grew u...
The smell of burnt rubber invades my nostrils as I walk in my sports bra, leggings, and oversized sunglasses to meet my mom at our cars in the infield of the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. It's a warm day in Indy and I'm thankful that as the sun beats down on my tan skin, there is no wandering eyes to see me in my current state. I mean part of me feels incredibly sexy right now, but I'm also in love with my body which comes along with being comfortable in my own skin and knowing that I don't need a man to feel beautiful.
"Mom!" I smile as I go to give her a hug.
"Hola Mila! Ewww my pretty girl you are all sweaty!" She laughs as she tries to squirm out of my arms. "I'm going to go home and make sure Linda has everything we need for the banquet tomorrow night. Are you going to stay here or come with me?" She asks.
"I think I'm gonna stay and watch for a bit longer." I say.
"Ok honey, be careful and I'll see you at home." She says as she gives me a kiss on the cheek and hops in her car and drives away.
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Once mom leaves I take a walk to the stands. I run up the stairs to the very top of the metal bleachers in the shade so I don't burn my ass sitting on the hot metal. You can see the heat emitting from the metal that's been baking in the sun all day, and I don't quite feel like having toasty buns.. (lol).
I always love coming when it's quiet. No fans, no other teams, just me, James and one of both of our parents. James is currently putting some laps in while I've been running the nearly two mile infield trying to get a workout in before more teams show up to practice. Now that I can sit and watch, my heart vibrates as James rounds the corner closest to where I'm sitting. In the blink of an eye, his car flies by me, but the roar of the engine and the grumble of the ground are left in his wake. I love the feeling this brings me. Goose bumps prick my skin, my hair flies in my face and my adrenaline is pumping. This is the stuff I've lived for since I was a kid.
While most girls were painting their nails or joining the cheer squad, I was trading my training wheels for go-karts and my skirts for race suits. I've always had that need for speed and my blood has always coursed with a love for racing that most would find absurd. "Girls aren't supposed to like racing Camila" my friends would say.
Ha well...little did they know as the years went on, that thing I "wasn't supposed to like" would be the thing I make a living on. Quite a comfortable one I might add. Most of those girls who pretended to be my friends even up until college are still trying to find their way past teenage dreams and hours of hitting the bottle harder than they should, dating men who could be their grandpa's to try and get what they want out of life.
Granted, I worked very hard to be where I am today and although I come from money, I have earned most of my keep doing odds and ends jobs at the track, which is how I met Emma. Her parents run the medical team, which is how I got into safety training and how Emma decided she wanted to be a nurse.
Our friendship started while we were still in high school and we would spend weekends at the track trying to flirt with the racers, but also avoid boys like Shawn and his friends. Today we still do the same thing, but it's more shameless flirting than anything else. We are both single and have joked about dating each other if we're still single by 30. Girls know what girls need and most of the guys we know are too slutty to be worth our time.
James flies by me again and this time I have my phone out timing this lap. I let out a loud scream when it comes in way under his previous personal record. I'm jumping up and down so much from excitement that I don't realize someone is know a few feet behind me on the same bleacher watching the lap James just put down.
"Nice outfit Cabello. Did you wear it just for me?"
I turn and am met with none other than Shawn Mendes. Ugh! I really don't like this guy. He's got a white shirt and black shorts on. His disheveled hair is kept under a hat and he's smirking like the devil.
"In your dreams Mendes." I smirk back as I climb down a few bleachers to avoid any more contact.
"Oh honey, you're always in my dreams." He says seductively as he winks at me.
In a move so quick he falls on his ass, I'm now standing over him, my hands on my hips.
"Ya know Mendes, you're an asshole!" I spit out. "Leave me the hell alone or next time you won't fall on your ass on your own." I warn.
"Dude Mila, calm down! I'm just trying to be funny." He says trying to disguise the fear in his eyes as he gets up from the floor of the bleachers.
"Yeah funny my ass! You're a disgusting pig that's never going to get a girl like me because you're too worried about being a man whore." I say as I poke my finger into his hard chest. He's now standing and he grabs my wrist and brings his face closer to mine.
He's so close our hot breaths are hitting each other's faces. My heart stops beating for a minute. I've secretly always found Shawn extremely attractive and I hate that my body is reacting like this because I hate him.
"I'm sorry Camila. Jesus even Liyah said the same thing." His precious smirk now replaced with a look I can't place.
"Whatever Shawn." I say as I rip my hand away and step back. "I don't think I'll ever be able to accept any apology of yours." I snap as I turn on my heel and storm down the bleachers.
I hear his foot steps behind me and I know he's hot on my trail screaming my name for me to stop so we can talk. Once my feet hit the pavement, I full on sprint out of his sight. I am not in the mood to deal with Shawn or his antics.
When I finally reach my car, James is just coming out of his trailer and sees me leaning over as I try to catch my breath. Panting heavily, I grab the water out of his hand and drink half the bottle.
"You good there sis?" He raises an eyebrow at me.
"Perfect!" I reply.
"Mhmmm...sure." He smirks. "Almost looks to me like Mendes found you and you're running away. Not that I blame you." He laughs.
"Ha ha very funny James!" I maturely stick my tongue out at him. "I'm going to go home and help mom and Linda."
"Ok! See you at home then." He states plainly as I get in my car and drive off.
As I leave the track I see Shawn again. His father is scolding him about something and I can't help but laugh as I leave the track.
