"So I was just a fucking bet?"
"Well, I was just a dare, right?"
"Don't you fucking dare to compare some innocent
flirting with taking someone's virginity."
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Jasmine Leclerc gets dared to flirt with current WDC Max Verstappen, while Max in...
♬ ❝ We're drowning in our eyes, don't know what we will find ❞ ♬
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"You're 0.7 seconds behind Leclerc."
"Box for softs, box for softs."
"0.2 seconds behind Russell. You're 0.1 seconds per lap quicker."
"Estimated to be P2 again in 7 laps. Then 13 laps the opportunity to pass Leclerc."
"P3, gap to Norris is 0.3 seconds. Sainz is 1.4 seconds behind you."
"Fuck!" I cursed and slammed on my steering wheel. "Sorry, guys. I really tried overtaking him."
Charles' red Ferrari crossed the finish line first, with a 0.101 difference I crossed second. I slammed my steering again before driving into Parc Fermé.
I wanted to curse some more, so I switched off the radio. I didn't want to get out of this car and pretend I was happy with P2. I was everything but happy about it.
Thank God my Dad wasn't here today, I would've had to sit through an entire speech of him again, and I loved listening to his advice, I wanted to improve myself each race and my Dad was my biggest supporter and motivator, but today just didn't quite butch.
I felt a tap on my helmet and saw Charles standing next to my car, I let him help me get out of the car and I gave him a pat on his shoulder back.
Then, I watched him go to Arthur, who was standing in between all the mechanics and engineers, and so was Jasmine.
"Congratulations," I felt another tap on my shoulder and saw a smiling Lando standing next to me.
"Thanks, mate. You too! A podium in your home race is amazing."
"Thanks," He smiled and walked off to weigh himself.
I took off my helmet, annoyance probably readable from my face. Second place is the first loser. I rather not finish the race than become second.
The podium was planned fast, barely giving us the time to cool down in the cooldown room. I stood on the second highest step, my eyes scanning the people below me. Christian, Marko, G.P., a lot of mechanics and engineers, obviously the same for Charles' and Lando's team.
Jasmine was nowhere to be found between the wave of red-dressed people. Maybe for the race, she was hiding in the VIP facilities.
