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The girl in front of George was absolutely stunning, but much to his unfortunate luck, she was not Y/N.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, "I'm incredibly sorry, but I don't reckon I can do this."
The girl, George was struggling to remember her name, tilted her head, "Was it something I did?"
George immediately shook his head, "Heavens no! It's just... I was doing this to see if I could forget someone. Turns out I can't. I have done nothing but think of her for the past six years. This whole night, I haven't thought about anything or anyone that's not her. Hopeless case. Again, I am incredibly sorry."
The girl gave him an understanding smile as she gathered her belongings, "I understand, it was still a lovely evening. Thank you for being honest and not leading me on."
George was taken aback by how well she'd taken the news. But then again it was good, wasn't it? This way he could try and go after Y/N without feeling bad for this girl. The question was if he'd have the guts to go after Y/N.
George dropped the girl off at her home before driving back to his own place, wondering if he should call Danny.
Danny was one of his closest friends, as well as one of Y/N's, so he'd likely know what George needed in order to pursue Y/N.
He decided against calling Danny, instead settling for just chilling at home.
He looked at his phone multiple times throughout the next few hours, all of them wishing he could just grow a pair and call her. But he didn't. He was too scared she'd reject him.
They weren't exactly the closest of friends. Since their karting days, they always had this rivalry, and now that Y/N had gotten the Red Bull seat, things had gotten worse between them, since George drove for Mercedes and Y/N for Red Bull, and their team principals were 'sworn enemies'.
George really liked her, he had realized that back when they were two kids in karting days, but by then it was too late to fix things so he'd decided to try and get over her.
George sighed, picking up his phone and texting Y/N.
From: Russell
Hey, are you up?
George groaned at the stupidity of his text. It was already past 2 in the morning, of course, she wasn't up, what was he thinking? They had Free Practice tomorrow and a whole weekend of racing ahead. She was probably already asleep and when she-
What do you want Russel?
George was surprised she'd replied that fast. She should be asleep to prepare for the weekend. Danny always said that Y/N went to bed early during grand prix weeks.
