I yell and laugh out loud.
“Oh my god. Thank you so much, this is unreal.” I almost cry but I don’t. I’ll save that for my first world championship.
“Miss Castillo. Donatello speaking, what a race! I’m so proud of you. Great job! You pushed until the very end.”
Did Mr. Donatello just congratulate me? Am I in the Matrix? I swear to God. I don’t respond, I can’t. I’m speechless. Not only about my win, but also about how nice he was to me.
I just won a Grand Prix in my rookie season!
Driving up to the winner’s lane, I stop right in front of the first-place sign. Getting out, I take the halo off and jump on top of the car. I raise my hands in the air, cheering.
I yank my helmet off as I yell in celebration. I see everyone clapping and there are smiles all around.
Aoki is to my right, raising his hands in respect as he claps up at me. I smile down at him before jumping off of the car. I give him the greeting that most men give each other, clapping our hands together, pulling each other into a one-handed embrace, then patting each other on the back.
Turning around, I jump onto my team, and they lift me up in cheers.
We just did that.
I turn and am met with a smiling Xavier. I hug him and he hugs me back as tight as possible. One thing Xavier is good at is giving congratulations. Even though he got third overall, he’s still happy for me.
“Great job, rookie, you did an amazing job out there.”
“Thank you,” I tell him genuinely.
Walking back into the weighing part of the dock, I step on the scale. Before and after every race, it is important to weigh each driver, ensuring that we haven’t lost too much weight. This helps avoid any medical concerns one may have about our health. Once they’re done weighing me, I get the go ahead. I basically bolt to the winner’s podium. Finally, I’m where I was always meant to be.
ChapterEighteen
Maria Alejandra
I’ve been on a high since the events of the race.
I mean, who wouldn’t be? I just won my first race, and it’s only my first season. In celebration of this amazing point in my life, I’m breaking my alcohol ban. Sometimes you just have to live your life, and that’s exactly what I am doing.
In other words, I am getting shitfaced.
I already called Xavier, Ren, and Amir. Amir, in particular, was surprisingly hard to contact. I decided we are all going out to a club tonight in celebration. After all, I deserve it for winning my first Grand Prix.
While I’m getting shitfaced, I also plan on getting absolutely railed tonight. You may ask why, Ale? Well, because I haven’t had sex in three years. After my extremely long and horrible break up a few years ago, I decided to say no to men for a while.
But now, in my surge of adrenaline, I’ve decided it’s the perfect time. From my experience, all men ever want is a one-night stand, so why not use that to my advantage while blessing them with my presence.
I only have three rules for tonight, and they are incredibly simple:
1. Don’t hook up with any of the drivers (that would end horribly).
2. Use a condom (even though you may be shitfaced, you don’t want syphilis or worse, a child).
3. Have fun and don’t care.
I know I have an image to uphold, but a lot of the drivers do this daily, so why can’t I? Is it because I’m a woman?
I deserve some pleasure once and awhile. Preferably with an incredibly hot man who knows his way around a woman’s body.
I will admit, I’m incredibly picky when it comes to guys. I like them a certain way. I’m known for loving blondes, but tonight I plan on going for a dark-haired man, thank you very much.
I head out of my hotel room and walk towards the elevator. I hop in and press the ground floor button. A few seconds later, I hear the ding that I’ve been waiting for. The elevator doors open, and I see all three guys standing in the lobby. All looking good, incredibly good.