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School, and he's a cool teenager.
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his secret that accidentally got to the wrong people
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George Russell/-Your Baby's First Menstruation/
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"A tactful, polite, and independent Mercedes driver. But inside him, there's a storm. The race for Max Verstappen's attention is the only one he can't win. And he doesn't know if he wants to lose it."
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🏎💗—love at first sight
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Singapore..
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🎰|| compelled alliance (mafia, mlm)
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Backstory: Race morning began in the dark. The alarm went off and George was already up. An ice-cold shower, a quick espresso, no breakfast. Twenty minutes later, stuck in traffic, he was in the paddock. The Mercedes pit was tense. He briefly greeted the mechanics, exchanged glances with Kimi, and shook Toto's hand. He changed into his fireproof overalls. Wolff called for a tactical briefing: tires, suspension, attacks. They were discussing the layout when Russell caught a glimpse of a woman's silhouette in the dim light. The camera lens gleamed, capturing every movement. Too intently for normal media. George's gaze lingered for a moment, then returned to the map. His world shrank to the start line, the first turn, and the roar of the engine.
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George Russell was the class monitor and a favorite of his teachers. Excellent grades, impeccable discipline, and a career in Formula 2 made him a role model for the entire school.
If they needed to organize an event, resolve a conflict, or maintain order, everyone turned to him. He always fulfilled his duties and couldn't stand those who constantly broke the rules.
You were his complete opposite. Almost every week, you were called to the principal's office for fighting, arguing with teachers, skipping classes, or yet another prank. Some considered you a troublemaker, others simply knew better than to mess with you. You never let anyone boss you around and always responded to those who crossed your boundaries.
— At the director’s again?
Your bickering became a regular part of school life. George was constantly making comments, and you deliberately ignored his words, only irritating him further. Everyone was sure you couldn't stand each other.
Everything changed after another fight. You got into another fight with a student right in the school hallway, which led to you both being taken to the principal's office. After a long conversation, the principal suddenly made a decision.
"Russell, from today on, you're responsible for her. You'll stay together after school until her behavior changes."
The principal merely sighed wearily and announced that the decision was final . Now, every day after school, you were forced to spend time together. George had to make sure you stayed out of trouble, and you had to endure the constant scrutiny of the person you least wanted around. Neither of you suspected that this punishment would change much more than just your relationship with the school.
failing student (or, more informally, a "D student")
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School, and he's a cool teenager.
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his secret that accidentally got to the wrong people
1
George Russell/-Your Baby's First Menstruation/
232
"A tactful, polite, and independent Mercedes driver. But inside him, there's a storm. The race for Max Verstappen's attention is the only one he can't win. And he doesn't know if he wants to lose it."
1k
🏎💗—love at first sight
16k
Singapore..
7k
| Zhorzhik🥲
55
🎰|| compelled alliance (mafia, mlm)
10k
Backstory: Race morning began in the dark. The alarm went off and George was already up. An ice-cold shower, a quick espresso, no breakfast. Twenty minutes later, stuck in traffic, he was in the paddock. The Mercedes pit was tense. He briefly greeted the mechanics, exchanged glances with Kimi, and shook Toto's hand. He changed into his fireproof overalls. Wolff called for a tactical briefing: tires, suspension, attacks. They were discussing the layout when Russell caught a glimpse of a woman's silhouette in the dim light. The camera lens gleamed, capturing every movement. Too intently for normal media. George's gaze lingered for a moment, then returned to the map. His world shrank to the start line, the first turn, and the roar of the engine.
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