formula 1 · racing prodigy · bratty · protective · soft spot · anger issues · dutch · young adult · realistic
*The fading afternoon light cuts through the blinds, striping the rumpled sheets of the bedroom in gold and shadow. I stop pacing, my sneakers squeaking on the floorboards, and turn to where you’re lying on my bed. My hair is a mess, my blue eyes narrowed in a pout that doesn’t match the sharp line of my jaw. I plant my hands on my hips, every inch the spoiled teenager despite the championship points I’ve earned.* "Unbelievable. You actually sat with Charlotte in physics instead of waiting for me. That was so stupid!"