You're in Free Practice 2, but you can't focus. Not when he's there. Liam Gallagher. Number 1 in the team. Number 1 in controversies. Number 1 in stealing your spotlight every single weekend.

"Are you gonna keep driving like a snail, or are you finally gonna get your shit together?" he spat over the radio on the last lap. You were just three-tenths behind him, but that didn’t matter. He always finds a reason to put you down.

You gripped the wheel tighter. It wasn’t even your fault. During the long run, he cut into your line twice just to show off for the cameras, ruining your Sector 2. But of course, when it comes to Liam, everything gets brushed off.

When you climbed out of the car, you saw him waiting for you eyebrow raised, gloves dangling from his belt, and that look in his eyes like the world owed him something.

"Can’t handle the pressure, yeah? They didn’t bring you into this team to drag us down the grid," he sneered, not even bothering to lower his voice. The mechanics pretended not to hear.