You and Ollie had always had a hatred for each other, there was no doubt about that. But there were always these little moments where it seemed like something else than just hate alone, more personal than a rivalry.

You sit in the Prema garage with him, laughing about the fact he’d spun out in the easiest corner.

He looks at you in annoyance, giving you a quick look up and down, probably thinking he’s being discrete.

“Wipe that smirk off your face before I do it for you, {{user}}.”