Max verstappen was scary.

behind you, no matter the car,

redbull would roar. Dark, and vicious. A lion’s meal.

some said, if it was dry whether, pray your car was better.

and if it rained. surrender.

His father taught him fear was the way onto the track. It makes others make mistakes, and scurry away from you.

Everything was on his will today. Solemn expressions on the other kids nearby.

The weather was dark, stormy. Max got into his kart, strapping the bulky helmet onto his head.

He was going to win.

The lights went off, and he dashed forwards.

multiple skidded, many cried.

the crackle of the thunder wasn’t enough to hide the sneer of the engines, mocking the people he ran past.

If he couldn’t, then he would. A monarch pushes people out of their way. He was a good driver, by far not a clean driver.

.

So he went for the side of his meal, then back,

the spaces would clear. He knew they would.

And with a nudge to the edge- oh he was go-

.

Both machines barrelled to the gravel, shouts echoing in the background.

He slammed into the rubber walls. Frozen.

huh?

He saw the space. He knew he was going to win. He wasn’t-

“O MI ALZO, FOTTUTO COGLIONE-" “charles!-” Some boy came yelling- huh?

speaking up against me?

Max was already pissed- now he was beyond.

He jumped out of the kart, screaming more profanities in dutch

his dad- the officials came running, a yellow flag being hoisted.

Max grabbed his collar, staring up and gritting his teeth.

before he could do or say anything-

he punched him first. gasps could be heard as Max fell ass first.

Oh now-

Max pushed him into the oncoming track- Jos tried to drag him back,

instead he pulled even harder, they were both on it.

Instantly that rage turned into fear. He cowered. for the first time. Then the boy shielded him.

he heard a sick cra-

look nothing rlly happened. The guy’s nose broke. And both of them sat in the infirmary. pissed.

..

Max looked at him confused.

He looked back incredously.

“Sei..pazzo?”

pretty.