Three Dumb Ideas | Formula 1 fanfiction

21: Overrated

Max's point of view.

'I've been honking for the past 20 minutes', I say watching Maeve walk out of her hotel.

'Shut up, I have jetlag, I flew to Australia late last night, I guess you could call it morning'.

'Then why did you choose to stay in Monaco?', Maeve gets in the car and closes the door.

'Because Sienna is going through a rough time, beside, I had a date'.

I look at her, is she joking?

'I see, you got that post-date glow', I say.

'Is that a good or bad thing?', she responds.

'Depends, with who the date was', I gesture to her, telling her to put on her seatbelt.

'Well mine was with a great guy, his name is Esteban', she puts on her seatbelt.

'That's amazing for you', I say sarcastically

She connects her phone to my car and I have to listen to her playlist for 45 minutes.

Maeve's point of view.

We arrive at our destination, the golf course.

Max and I are keeping our end of the deal, every week we spend at least 5 hours together. Usually, we just go for lunch or something.

We have to act civil, since camera's can be lurking around everywhere.

It's not that bad, because he doesn't really get angry with me.

He is actually quite funny.

'Alright, get your clubs Vettel', Max steps out of the car and I follow him.

I grab our clubs out of the trunk and I close it.

'Thanks', he says.

We are warming up together, then some more people will join.

I swing a ball and it is absolutely horrendous.

'Jesus', he sighs.

'I'm sorry, still suck at golf,  maybe it's for the best if I go home', I grab my golf balls.

'You don't suck, you just need a good teacher', he walks up to me and stands behind me.

'Grab the club and hold it the way you think you should hold it', he says.

I grab the club and hold it.

His hands run along my clubs, up to my hands. He grabs my hands.

'No, a little bit lower', he moves my hands and places them a little bit lower.

'Just like this, now bend your back', I do what he says.

'Great', his hands move to my hips and he holds them firmly. 

His face moves closer to mine, I can feel his breath in my neck.

He moves my hips with his hands. 'Not too firm, relax'.

I can't relax with him touching me like that,

hello.... enemies?

'Just like that', he says. Wait was I relaxed?

'Now swing', he says.

I swing, thinking I failed.

'That was amazing!', he says. He's right, it's a great swing.

'Now let's practice with our eyes on the hole'.

We practice for at least half an hour, then slowly our group expands.