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But it’s still not fast enough.
I keep a close eye on my mirrors, aware of any potential overtaking attempts from behind. Approaching the infamous Turn 15, known as the “Castle Section,” I brace myself for the challenge. It’s a treacherous part of the track.
I carefully brake, downshifting as I approach the narrow, winding section. The walls threaten to engulf me, and I can’t afford to make a mistake here. I thread my way through, holding my breath until I finally emerge unscathed.
The race progresses, and strategy comes into play. Pit stops loom on the horizon, and I communicate with my team, discussing tire choices and fuel loads. Every decision we make could impact our performance and ultimately determine the outcome of the race.
As I’m in contact with my team, a car overtakes me.
I’m down to ninth place.
I can feel the car getting slower and slower as my tires begin to die out slowly.
I go into my pit stop, the anticipation building and building. I know it’s long when one of the tires doesn’t go on my car right.
Second by second, my ninth place withers away; I can feel it.
I get the thumbs-up and race out of the pit lane.
“Xavier, you’re currently in tenth place.”
Fuck!
I let out a defeated sigh. There are only ten laps left, and I just know that this strategy wasn’t the best in these conditions, especially with my placement.
I go around and around until the race ends and I haven’t passed a single driver.
Once I see the checkered flag, I know that it’s over and at that moment I genuinely contemplate my retirement from Formula One.
Chapter59
Violetta
Xavier ended up in tenth.
He’s been struggling just like me. We both are. When I got here, we decided to keep our distance due to our promise.
We still talk because we aren’t masochists.
But even so, no hugging or any touch whatsoever. Marrisa looks content with her arm connected to his.
It’s better than them kissing, which I haven’t seen them do once. Meaning that Xavier is staying true to his side of the deal.
I’m sitting down, waiting for Ale to get back from her interviews.
“I have to go, pretty ladies, the media awaits!” Xavier says to both of us, leaving Marrisa next to me.
A groan doesn’t leave my lips, but damn do I feel horrible being right next to her, knowing I had sex with her boyfriend.
“What did you think of the race?” I ask her, trying to make small talk. If we’re sitting next to each other in complete silence, the discomfort will enrapture my being.
“No small talk,” she tells me.
What the heck?
I was just trying to be nice, but okay, where did that come from?
I stay silent during the brief pause. She looks like she’s fighting to say something to me.
