Page 128 of Crash Course Omega
I don’t want to give up acting. But the idea of having to get out of the car and not experiencing a drive like that again is going to mess me up.
But I can’t think about it. Not right now. Because I have a race to win, and a Chief Mechanic who’s waiting for me out on the grid. And I want to make sure I’m in the number one spot so there’s nothing between me and Everest when I pull up.
The Cuba Libre gains on me like a demon as I soar through the wide corner of Sector 2. And I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stop his attack.
It’s too soon. I need more training.
I’m getting too mixed up by him gaining on me to focus on the chicane that is coming up fast.
I brace myself, hands tightening on the steering wheel, teeth clenched as I tap the break and swerve through it as quickly as I can. But he's only a second away from me.
But, it isn’t enough. And, as I speed up coming out of it, he takes his chance.
“No!” I shout as he speeds after me. “Don’t take me over, you asshole!” He must have activated his DRS to gain extra speed.
“Harmony, there are people listening.”
“I don’t care! It’s a charity race! What's he doing!?”
Another growl tears from me as he swerves through the chicane and takes off.
“When did he last box?” I ask Jacob hurriedly.
“He won’t have any problems.”
“Dammit.”
“You sound just like Maddock,” he laughs.
“Not right now!” I say, my frustration bleeding through my voice. I don’t want to give up the opportunity, but the Cuba Libre is pulling away too fast, and I don’t think I have another chance to catch him up.
I keep on his tail through the straights and corners, but it isn't enough. I can’t get close enough.
And he completely blocks me at the three ninety-degree turns before he takes off under the lights. And I can’t do anything except watch him pull away, because I’d slowed the car down too much, and I can’t get my speed back.
“Asshole!” I shout through my comms, and I don’t want to hear any more nagging from Jacob as I put my foot down, get through the corners, and try to catch him up.
My brother chuckles as I start to push.
“What is it?” I snap at him, not in the mood for jokes. I need to get to him to make sure I keep our Grace pride, along with everything else.
“You and Maddock should have a proper race again one day,” is all he says.
I growl at him, but he just laughs again. At least teasing me is better than nagging.
But we’re too close. There’s no time to lose my focus. We’re into the speed trap, going hard towards a sharp left turn, and that’s where I’ll take my chance.
The more tense I grow, the stronger my perfume becomes. My heart rate is flying and heat and need are building in my body, but it's part of the ride. At least I don’t have Jaxx cooing in my ear to make me hornier.
I push and push, keeping my foot to the floor, our speed hiking. 250, 260, 275kmph as our cars scream down the straight so fast I can’t tell if I’ve gained on him.
The left corner is coming in fast, and I swerve out from behind him just in case he brakes too hard.
He surges through the ninety degree corner, and I refuse to let the fear get to me as I pull my foot back, only tapping the brake, taking a risk.
“Harm, you're going too fast!”
The chances of me locking up are so high, but I want to win my first F1 race.
