𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐀 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 - 𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

Francesca was stood in the gym stretching as Max walked in,

"Hey," Francesca stopped her music as she looked up at him,

"What are you doing?" She added as she cocked her head,

"I'm just coming to run on the treadmill," Max pointed to the treadmill that was next to her,

"Don't think you're too special," he joked as he smiled before watching the girl go back to her squats,

"You're doing it wrong," the boy quickly stopped her as he shook his head,

"Huh?" The girl furrowed her eyebrows as she turned to him,

"You're putting too much weight on your back," the Dutchman explained in a duh tone,

"Don't want to be walking like an old man by the time you're my age," he added with a smirk,

"You're only two years older than me," the Scot shook her head as she rolled her eyes,

"Can I show you how to do it?" Max asked as he could see she still wasn't doing it properly,

"You know it's not that deep right?" Francesca didn't want to distract him from his session either so she was about to change her exercise,

"Yeah but you're going to hurt yourself," the boy pointed out with a sigh,

"And Christian won't let me hear the end of it then," he added as the whole team had gotten a soft spot for the young girl,

"Go ahead then," the girl nodded as she stopped and dropped the weighted ball for him to use,

"See," the Dutchman began as he felt her watch him,

"Keep your chest open," he added as he motioned to himself pushing out his shoulder blades,

"You try it now," the boy dropped the ball as he crossed his arms,

This was the longest they had gone without bickering.

"Like that?" The Scot asked as she began again,

"Kind of," he nodded as he placed one of his hands on her lower back and the other by her collarbone,

"You're still bending forward too much," he added as he slowly pushed her back to get her aligned properly,

"You know if racing doesn't work out you could seriously become a PT," Francesca joked as she looked up at him,

"I'll keep that in mind," Max nodded as he smiled.

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Red Bull had gotten both cars in first and second position and Christian had never been in a better mood.

"We seriously have to find a way to get you two to like each other," Christian sighed as he wrapped his arms around the drivers,

"What do you mean?" Francesca asked as she cocked her head,

"Yeah it's kind of amusing disliking her," Max nodded as smiled,

"Yeah, it is," the Scot looked at him with a smirk,

"It makes more fun driving past you," she added with a giggle causing the boy to roll his eyes,

After the interaction in the gym, the duo seemed to be nicer to each other,

"I'm surprised you two haven't crashed yet," Christian sighed as he shook his head,

"What do you mean?" Francesca furrowed her eyebrows as she cocked her head.

"You two try to kill each other," the team principal stated in a duh tone,

"And don't think I don't know about the football game," he added in a grumble as he sent Max a glare,

"Did you tell him?" Max let out a scoff as he looked at the girl,

"I didn't say a thing!" The Scot raised her hands in surrender,

"I'm not a snitch," she added as she shook her head.

"I find that hard to believe," the Dutchman mumbled,

"Remember the first night?" He added referring to the conversation the girl had with some of the boys at dinner,

"Oh I was merely asking them a question," Francesca shot back as she rolled her eyes,

"Go to your cars you two." Christian motioned them to move into their cars as he shook his head.

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As Francesca pulled ahead on the fourth turn and out of nowhere someone's car took her out,

There was a moment after she collided with the wall that everything was black.

"Francesca if you can hear me then you need to get out," Christian spoke in a serious tone,

"There is a fire in the side of your car," he added as he looked at the screen showing the crash,

"Ow," Francesca groaned as she pushed the visor up on her helmet,

"Is everyone else okay?" She added as she looked around,

"Yes but we need to get you out," the team principal nodded as he watched her get out,

"Who started the crash?" The Scot asked George who had just gotten out of his car too,

"I don't know," George shrugged as he sighed,

"I just tried to avoid Charles but that didn't seem to work," he added as he pointed to the Ferrari that was on its side,

"How many of us were involved?" The blonde cocked her head as there was smoke on the other side of the track,

"Six of us," The brunette quickly counted the cars that were out,

"Shit," Francesca sighed as she looked around,

"I could do with a drink," she added as she watched Charles get out of his car,

"I think we all could," Charles nodded in agreement as he smiled,

"Come on," George saw that they were all meant to get moving,

"Let's get back," they all made their way off of the track as they wanted to see the updates on the race.

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𝐀𝐍: 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞?