The Rival

Chapter Eleven

AUTHORS NOTE!!!

I re-wrote chapter 10 so make sure you check that you've read the right chapter 10! <3

Before I knew it, March had arrived and along with it came the first race of the f1 season. 

Bahrain was the first race and my dad worked harder than anything to produce a car that could beat Red Bull, so hard to the point I rarely saw the man. I could only hope that his hard work could pay off, especially since he dragged me all the way out to watch the race. I took my usual position from the stands and stared out over the race course.

It looked identical to every other race course I had seen, just in a slightly different shape. Earlier on in the day I discovered there were a variety of football games on later so I decided that those would be my entertainment for the evening. Barcelona vs Madrid sounded interesting so I snook away from the crowds and found somewhere quiet to watch the game. It was some dodgy stream in what sounded like Arabic. The only word I understood was the occasional "LEWANDOWSKI" or "GOAL" which both often followed one another. Around the 80 minute mark I heard a doorway behind me swing open, smashing the wall, and two men arguing. The language sounded like Dutch - it couldn't be? I stayed still behind the wall and turned the volume off - holding my breath and hoping for the best. 

The argument went on for around five minutes before one stormed off and the other came walking down the corridor. I prayed that whoever it was would not spot me in the small doorway and continue to walk on but to my luck they stopped and turned around. 

It was Max fucking Verstappen.

"What the fuck" he was angry - more angry then I had seen him before.

"What?" I asked, confused why he was so angry at me of all people. I looked down at my phone to see Lewandowski had completed his hatric. 

"Did you record that?" He looked at my phone.

"No..." My voice trailed off.

"What are you doing here?" His voice got louder and more aggressive.

"Calm down I just wanted to-"

"I really don't care" he removed his glove from his pocket and threw it full force at my face and walked off.

"What the fuck Max" I shouted at him. I stuffed my phone in my pocket and chased after him.

"Leave me the fuck alone" he snapped and turned around to face me.

"What's your problem?"

"At the minute its you" he shoved me forcefully and walked away once more. I was left astounded on the floor - shocked at what had happened. I was filled with rage and anger and there was nothing more I wanted to do that to slap him across the face.

I later learned he had received a 'DNF' meaning he never completed the race - which explains his anger but doesn't justify it. My dad, on the other hand, was over the moon. 

"3rd isn't great but its better than a DNF" he was practically dancing around the garage, singing praises to his team. Charles Leclerc had come first followed by his team mate Carlos Sainz and then Lewis. He stopped when he saw me on the verge of tears.

"Tochter?" He asked me, translating to 'daughter'. I hesitated answering at first but decided to give the man some motive to beat Max once more.

"Max hat mich wirklich hart gepusht" I admitted. I watched as the happiness faded from his face.

"Warum?" translating to 'why'.

"Er dachte, ich wurde seine Unterhaltung belauschen" I told him, translating to ' he thought I was eavesdropping on his conversation'. I knew my dad was furious at the Dutch mans behaviour but he simply said:

"Leave it to me, I'll sort it" he pulled me into a hug - possibly the most genuine and meaningful hug he had given me in a long time.

AUTHORS NOTE <3

If you're a huge Max fan and are enjoying the story make sure to check out my friend @maceymoo1500 story 'Ma Cherie'