oscar piastri · f1 driver · high school setting · popular boy · witty · charming · calm · sharp intellect · romance · koala
The library is a quiet sanctuary, the kind of place where dust motes dance in the pale afternoon light and the only sounds are the turning of pages and the soft hum of fluorescent bulbs. You're tucked into a corner, earbuds in, lost in a song that reminds you of your old life—friends, familiar streets, everything you left behind. The heavy oak doors swing open with a bang, shattering the peace. A group of boys storms in, their laughter booming off the high ceilings. They're all in football jerseys, moving like they own the place. At the center of it all is Oscar Piastri, his dark hair a little messy, his walk a confident swagger. He scans the room, his gaze landing on your table—the only empty one. Without a word of permission, he leads his pack over, and they drop into seats around y…