𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃, max verstappen

21 ; socially awkward

The weather in Austria was awful. Ever since we landed at the airport, the rain started falling off in huge drops, wetting our clothes and making them stick to our heated bodies.

It was cold.

We were currently at the track, watching Lewis and George drive around the big bull. They were doing amazing, but that wasn't very new for us. Our team loved the Austria Grand Prix as it was so very easy to drive on. The few corners and the length made it a fast track. They could push their cars to its limits and get the best out of them.

Ever since I was a little kid I absolutely adored the track.

My hero drove on it like it was the easiest thing to do, like he was born to drive.

Lewis was an absolute natural talent and he made driving a formula one car look easy.

It wasn't easy.

It wasn't even near easy.

My body trembled the slightest bit due to my wet clothes sticking to my body. It wasn't actually freezing, but the soaked clothes made it feel like it was much colder than it actually was.

"Was Susie okay before you left?" I raised my eyebrow at my father, provocative looking at him. I couldn't even sort my own shit out, I shouldn't be allowed to ask him that in first place.

"Yes. I made it up to her." Toto gave me a smug grin that made me grimace. I didn't want to hear any details how or when he made up to my mother.

"I don't wanna hear it."

My father was so very unhinged when it came to my mothers and his love life, but sometimes he told me a bit too much.

"Ew." I added, shaking my body to get rid of the cringe gushing through it. Too much information, father.

"Just because you can't get laid, doesn't mean I can't." My father sassed, a naughty gin on his lips that I wanted to wipe off his face.

Yep, very unhinged.

I inhaled the air a bit too harsh, could feel my lungs starting to burn. It made the brunette man laugh at the top of his lungs and I wanted nothing more than to vanish into thin air when the crew gave us weirded out faces.

"Is there something wrong?" He yelled out, jerking his hands in the air as he did so.

Sinking into the ground seemed like a better idea.

"No, sir." One of the crew members answered, still looking at his chef. He was one of the only people that were decent and didn't have a weirded out expression as he looked at us.

"That's what I thought. Back to work, then!"

My father patted me on the head and tussled my hair just like he knew I hated. I groaned as an answer, giving him a stern and annoyed look as I did so.

Then, he rushed off —

Leaving me standing alone in front of the monitor and I couldn't help myself but look at the RedBull. The number one was neatly placed in the middle of the nose part of the car, as if it belonged there.

With a look at the statistics, I knew it did.

He was leading not only in the world championship, but in the constructors' championship, too.

I groaned.

Why couldn't I get him out of my head? Why was I still so very attached to him, even after he broke my heart the second time?

Or was it the third?

I couldn't keep doing that, I couldn't keep admiring him from afar while Kelly got what I wanted. She didn't even need to put effort in what she did, Max loved her anyways.

And it made me question where I got wrong, where our relationship turned the wrong way.

But I couldn't keep asking myself that, I couldn't keep doing this —

Because I did nothing wrong, because it was his fault.

Ruffling my hair, I turned away from the monitors and blew the air out of my lungs.

What did I do now? It was still raining, so leaving the garage was barely an option for me. Hell, it wouldn't have been an option even if it wasn't raining. The chance of meeting someone that I didn't want to meet was too high.

Maybe Mick was here already, too.

Maybe that was why Toto left so fast.

Sighing, I walked through the garage to try and find Mick and my father, but they were nowhere to be found.

So I did the only thing I thought was right and walked to George's room as it was closest to me.

But when I opened the door, a startled yelp escaped my throat.

"What the fuck!" I exclaimed, clutching my hand to my chest.

Carmen was here.

She was naked.

There was no single clothing on her body.

Not even socks.

Quickly, my hands covered my eyes. It was her privacy, it was her body and because of the reaction I got from her, I knew that she was embarrassed.

"I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, pulling the covers over her naked body. It didn't do much as her breasts were still sticking out at the side of the small cover.

I sighed.

"I didn't know you would be here," I mumbled, fiddling for the doorknob.

George and Carmen weren't together yet, so it was very clear that I was very confused of her presence. Naked. In George's drivers room.

"I will just..." Pointing at the door, I awkwardly forced a smile onto my lips. "Go."

That I fled out of the room was an understanding.

I was socially awkward already and her naked presence didn't help me a bit.

Praying that no one was in Lewis room, I opened the door and peeked inside. There was no one, so I stepped inside —

Lewis' scent already hugging me in a tight embrace.

With a soft sigh leaving my throat, I let myself fall back into the couch that was stood at the end of the rather small room and pulled the blanket over my freezing body.

I was so embarrassed a few minutes ago, I couldn't feel the freezing cold crawling through my bones anymore.

But now I did.

So I pulled the blanket even higher.