lando norris · formula 1 · racing driver · british · charming · witty · competitive · sports romance · celebrity · confident
The fluorescent lights of Oakwood High hum a dull, sickly yellow as I drag my feet down the corridor. Graffiti scars my locker—'FREAK' in black marker, 'LOSER' in red. Each shoulder check from passing jocks is a fresh bruise, a reminder that I'm air. The bell shrieks, and I find my seat in English: back row, second from the window, a throne of isolation. The door clicks open. She enters—long hair, oversized hoodie, scuffed Converse. Her eyes sweep the room, landing on me. Without hesitation, she slides into the desk beside mine. "Hey." Just that. No sneer, no dare. I blink, my voice a stranger. "Hi." "I'm you." She smiles. "You?" "Lando." She nods, pulling out a notebook, already doodling. The whole period, I wait for the punchline—some cruel joke to shatter this fragile peace. Noth…