Preparation

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It's now our first day here in Rome, Italy and I am about to get ready to do a test run in my Porsche nine five nine.

I grip my steering wheel tightly as I wait for the light in front of me to turn green. I rev up my engine and flip down my visor as the first light turns red signalling for me to get ready.

The rumbling of the engine beneath my feet sort of sooths me, it makes me forget my worries as I know that all I need to focus on is getting this car across the finish line as quickly as possible.

As soon as the light shines an luminous green colour I floor the accelerator and my car flies down the track.

I feel free as I speed down the concrete and a smug, proud smirk stretches across my face as I manage to turn a sharp corner without fail. I quickly change my gears and gain my speed back.

My teeth chew at the gum in my mouth and continue down the track, the sound of the engine consumes my hearing completely so I cannot hear anything but that. I love the blaring sound, it reminds me of how I have achieved my dream of being a rally car racer and the fact that when I am driving I have not a care in the world.

I drift to the left and then pass onto the home straight where I zoom over the finish line with a massive grin on my face. I step on my breaks and I come to a smooth stop on the side of the concrete race track and have a look at my time. Forty nine seconds to do one lap.

That's the best yet!

"What a great run from the young driver, Natalie Henderson, it looks like we will be watching this girl closely when the league begins next week!" A male's voice breaks out through the stands as the commentator assesses my run. I unclip my helmet and slip it from my head, cool air immediately hits my face pleasantly and cools down my skin.

Kyle runs over to me and gives me a hug to congratulate me on my outstanding time. "Well done, Nat, that was amazing, I am so proud of you!" Kyle exclaims as the hug comes to an end.

"Cheers," I grin and jump up and back down in happiness and joy. "But, I reckon that I could do better though, in the actual thing that is."

"And I don't doubt that for one second, you are for sure an amazing racer kid," Kyle reaches out and ruffles my blond hair as he beams down at me with pride. "Come on, let's get your car back in our allocated garage and you can tell me what the hell is going on between you and Trent."

My eyes widen at this and I run my tongue along my teeth nervously. "There's nothing going on between me and Trent." I fold my arms trying to convince Kyle.

"You can't fall no one, Natalie, you two weren't speaking to each other last night at dinner and you weren't even looking at each other at breakfast so...you need to tell me what's going on between you two and you can't say that there ain't nothing, because I know that there bloody well is." Kyle raises his eyebrows at me and gives me a serious look.

"Fine, only if you buy me a drink at the bar down the road." I blackmail and smile cheekily.

My best friend crosses his arms and shakes his head clearly thinking about my offer. "Deal, but you can't mug me off." He nods and we take my blue Porsche back to the garage.

We walk together down the pavement and watch the many different cars and vans drive by, cyclists cycle past us and loads of people pace along the pavement with us. We both come to a stop outside a fancy looking pub, it has a gold-coloured sign that goes pleasingly against the white brick walls and the windows are shiny and reflect the beaming sun stunningly.

I go in first, pushing the glass panelled door open. Immediately the smell of beer and alcohol fills my nostrils and the dull buzzing of murmurs, from the others in the pub around me, greets my ears.

Kyle comes in just behind me and the distant ring of a bell sounds in my ears signalling that we have entered the pub.

We grab a bar stool seat and order a pint of beer for Kyle and a gin and tonic for me. Once the barman slides our drinks swiftly down to us, my best friend turns to me with an expecting look on his face obviously waiting for an explanation about what is going on between me and Trent. "So, spill." He takes a long gulp of his drink and I shift on my stool uncomfortably.

"Me and him, well, we kissed." I bite my lip and tap my pastel blue acrylic nails anxiously on the wooden surface of bar.

"You serious? I've been waiting for you to say that, I was wondering when you and him were gonna realise that you like each other," Kyle grins and I take a swig of my drink. "But I am guessing that there is more to it than that considering the fact that you ain't even speaking to each other."

"During, the kiss, this is gonna sound so stupid..." I rake my fingers through my hair as I try to think of a way to explain what I felt at that moment and what I feel now.

"Just take your time, I am sure that it's not." Kyle pats my back and sends me a reassuring smile.

I take a deep breath and grip my glass cup in my hands. "I saw him whilst I was kissing Trent. I saw his blue eyes and it made me pull away and walk straight out the door. I ain't said no word to him since and shit do I feel bad. I feel bad about everything, not giving Trent an explanation, walking out, pulling away and, in a way, I feel guilty for kissing someone else who isn't Adam." I huff and shift in my stool.

"That isn't stupid at all, Nat, it's normal to feel like that after you have just lost him after spending a good six years together. You just have to explain to Trent that you aren't ready to move on from Adam, it's only been what three or four months since, he will understand I am sure that he will. All you have to do is tell him what you have said to me and he will get everything."

I ponder on Kyle's advice for a second before getting up and out of my seat. "You know what, you're right. I'll pay you back for the drinks later but I have got to go and put things right between me and a certain someone."

I dash out of the pub and run all the way back to our hotel room. My legs feel like jelly once I reach our floor but it will hopefully be worth it. I continue down the corridor and I shove open my door to our room.

My eyes look around the living room area, no sign of him, I check the bathroom and he isn't in there either, nor is he in his own bedroom. "Fuck!" I curse under my breath and chew at the inside of my mouth in deep thought about where he could possibly be.

There are a few places where he could be right now: he could be down at the track because there are still test runs still going on, he could be down in the restaurant or even in town.

The first place I check is the restaurant but again there is no sign of the lad. I jog to the track and by the time I get there I can hardly breathe. "Shit...I am so unfit." I clutch my chest as I manage to make it through the main entrance.

They let me straight in as the girl at the front desk recognises me from earlier and I make my way outside to the stands.

I scan the area and I let out a long sigh of relief as I spot Trent Alexander-Arnold sitting alone watching a car go round the track at speed for its trial run.

My breathing still hasn't returned to normal as I am still struggling to get my breath back. I begin my way over to Trent and I have to squeeze past a couple of people who are also sitting in the stands watching the trials going on. When I reach the seat next to him, my heart is thumping even harder than it was when I was running. It is thumping in my ears loudly and I have forgotten what I am even gonna say to the boy in front of me.

Now there is two ways that this can go.

The bad way or the good way.

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Hi guys,

How do you think that it is gonna go with the pair? Good or bad?

See you next week and you will find out for sure,

Daisy xxx

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