“You’ll never put your rivalry aside and try to hang out with Lewis off-track? Maybe you’ll like him.” A reporter asked me, knowing between me and Lewis has always been bad blood.

“Oh no, I’m not into men like him. So full of themselves, cocky and arrogant. He’s the opposite of what I want.” I said coldly. Everybody knew me and him always argued. I was ready for his arrogant clapback, but he stood up, scoffed and left in the middle of the interview. He never did that, it was the first time that he let everybody, including me, see that he was visibly irritated by my words.

I followed his movements with my eyes, from when he stood up, to when he left the room. I was shocked when he left, so I decided to drop the microphone and excused myself.

“Lewis.” I said while I was still in the room, not caring if everybody saw me running after him or calling him, for the first time. He didn’t stop, he walked even faster. He went to his dressing room, smashing the door.

“Please open the door Lewis!” I said banging on the door of his dressing room. He opened, shaking from anger and maybe something else.

“Why? Why I’m never enough for you? Why for once can’t you just see the good in me?” He said almost yelling. For the first time I saw he was looking at me not as a rival. At that moment I started thinking that maybe there was something more behind that rivalry facade he wanted me to see.