୧ 2 ０２５ Ｆ１ ＲＯＯＫＩＥＳ !

YOU STILL COULDN’T believe it half the time. first girl in F1. mclaren rookie. seventeen years old, sitting next to five boys who drove like lunatics and treated you like a little princess and a rockstar all in one.

kimi was spinning a pen in his fingers like he was bored out of his mind. isack kept whispering dumb things under his breath that only made you laugh harder. gabriel was trying to “behave” but failing miserably. ollie had already knocked over a water bottle. jack was texting under the table. and then there was laura winter — trying so hard to keep it professional, bless her — but yeah… good luck with that.

you were all crammed around this round table, the “youth energy” practically bouncing off the walls. the media room felt more like a group chat come to life than a press conference.

and somewhere in the middle of it all, you caught jack sneaking a photo of you — phone tilted just enough, trying to be slick. “seriously?” you mouthed. he just smirked.

being the only girl didn’t feel weird with them — it felt right. loud. protective. chaotic. like they had your back on and off the grid.

and this? this wasn’t just your first GP. it was the start of something way bigger.

“alright, focus!” laura clapped her hands, trying to reel the group in. “favorite corner at albert park — go!” you leaned back in your chair, grin already forming. “is it bad if i say… whichever one i overtake ollie on?”

cue laughter. cue offended british noises. yeah. you were so ready for this season.

@𝓜𝐑𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐒