From Deep End to Surface and Everything In Between (Sebastian Vettel FanFic)

Two Red Lines

'I'm fine, Scar. Geez.' Emily snapped and rolled her eyes when she lifted her thundering eyes to Scar. Scar shrugged. She was only trying to help her friend. 'I'm sorry, Scar -' Scar's hand landed on Emily's shoulder and gave a squeeze. 'Non-taken. Let's focus on the work, shall we? The race for F3 is about to start.' Emily rose up, and they made their way to their seats. Once in hospitality, Scar forced a playful smile to her face when she shot a worried side look towards Emily before diving into the race withheld in front of her.

The race was existing, won by Prema car. She wasn't too familiar with the drivers yet as she struggled to remember the teams as well. Baby steps. 'So-' Emily clicked her tongue when they walked slowly towards the media corner. 'Hmm?' Scar was distracted by her phone and the incoming messages. 'Have you spoken to Seb recently?' Her phone dropped to the ground. She was quick to dive it from the ground, sighing in relief when the screen appeared unharmed. Her cheeks burned when she avoided Emily's looks. 'No.' She nodded, satisfied with her answer. Short and sweet. 'No?!' Emily's shock was visible. 'What do you mean, no?'

Scar lifted her eyes to meet her friend's wide ones, staring at her like she had grown two heads in the last five minutes. 'No, like we haven't spoken to each other since Bahrain.' Scar shrugged. She didn't understand Emily's reaction. 'So you guys haven't spoken in six weeks? For real?' Scar was getting impatient with the third degree. 'That's what I said. Do you have a problem?' A challenge passed Scar's eyes. She was fired up to yell and scream for all she cared. She was frustrated with the situation with the man who was supposed to push her to the edge of euphoria regularly instead of bringing her to the edge of fury when her thoughts landed on him.

'What's going with you?' Scar questioned when she turned on her feet, staring at her friend impatiently, annoyed by her endless poking on Seb. 'Nothing. I'm gonna go see Daniel. See you in a bit.' Emily squealed, waved her hand before speeding off. Scar bored her eyes to Emily's furthering back.

She turned around to continue her journey, but alternatively, she was face to face with a stone looking Seb. Her breath quickened, her heart beating strongly against her ribs, skipping a couple of beats. 'Seb.' She breathed. He nodded before walking past her. The flapping winds in her heart died down once he was past her, but he paused next to her. She inhaled sharply when he scooped her into his arms, shushing her tightly against him. She blinked away the tears as she couldn't believe how badly she had missed him. 'Gosh, Liebe.' his voice was thick of emotion. She chuckled weakly as they were both an emotional mess.

She felt the stares at them. Therefore she stepped out of his embrace, instantly creating a void. She flashed a nervous smile when her eyes drifted to the side where she spotted some cameras directed to us. She sighed; the press statement released in Bahrain went out of the window the second they had touched each other. Friends? Yeah, right. 'Scar?'

'Hmm?'

'Do you have a moment?' Her phone rang, and she groaned. She flashed an apologetic smile. 'Sorry, this weekend -' her phone kept buzzing. '- is chaotic. Maybe after the race tomorrow?' He nodded, and she beamed. 'Great. 'til then!' She kissed his cheek quickly before she sprinted off. 'Scarlette Smith speaking.'

**

Scar groaned and gawked herself when she heard Emily's new morning routine at the bathroom. 'Gosh, I feel like shit.' Emily groaned when she wambled back to her bed. Scar hoped her poker face remained intact when her bestie fell down to bed, closing her eyes, but would sprint back to the bathroom in seconds later. Scar had noticed Emily felt better after the third round, and it wasn't an expectation that morning either when she finally returned from the bathroom, looking tired but less pale than moments before.