I Dare You, I Bet I Can - Max Verstappen

♬ ❝ I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you.
Oh, take me back to the night we met  ❞ ♬

"Max?"

I whinced at the thud I felt against the back of my head and automatically squeezed my eyes shut.

"Earth to Max?!"

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My hand flew to the source of the pain, "Ow!"

The pounding rhythms of the club replaced the silence I was in just minutes ago. Before I closed my eyes. I opened my eyes, slowly adjusting to the flashing lights. Daniel and Carlos looked at me; one worried, one slightly irritated.

"Are you okay?" Daniel asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

I blinked, disoriented. It took me a moment to realize where I was. With whom I was.

"Wha... what day is it?"

"It's Tuesday," Daniel replied slowly, sounding increasingly concerned. "We have the Monaco Grand Prix this weekend. Max, are you sure that you're okay?"

I looked around me, and my eyes landed on the woman in her black dress, a Ferrari jacket hanging loosely over her shoulders. For a few seconds, we made eye contact, and she smiled. In panic, I looked back at my two fellow drivers.

"Yeah," I replied. "I'm fine."

My eyes found Jasmine again, laughing with her friends, downing shots, and, once more, seeking eye contact with me.

"So, is it a bet or not?" Carlos asked. His impatience was still very much on top of his voice.

I turned to the Spaniard, "Sorry? Were we betting on anything?"

"Well, you said..."

"What did I say?"

<"I'll have her lying under me before the summer break">

He chuckled uncomfortably, "Do you... Do you really want me to repeat those words?"

Daniel's gaze went from me to Carlos, back to me, and then he scraped his throat, "I think it's pretty clear we are not betting on anyone here."

Carlos scoffed, "Are you two really that lame?"

I crossed my arms in front of my chest, "Why are you so desperate to have a bet placed on your teammate's sister? Is it a little revenge you are trying to get us on?"

He clenched his jaw, his frustration evident as he tried to keep his composure, "It's not about revenge, Max. I just thought we could have a bit of fun, that's all."

"There's no fun in this. There's no bet, and there will never be a bit. If I want to do something with Jasmine, it is because I actually like her."

"Aren't you just getting out of a relationship?"