STREETS -
act two chapter one.

italics symbolize spanish speaking.

liked by: logansargeant, maxverstappen1, williamsracing and 2,277,198 others.

williamsracing: your 2023 williams line-up is complete! logan sargeant will be pairing up with alex for his first season in formula one!

view all 5,167,198 comments.

alexthegoat: what

prlord: huh?

sign(x)nda: my own nightmare came true

userone: what is this

usertwo: none of us want this, take this back and give me the news i want

userthree: REP THE AMERICAS 🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅🦅 YEEHAWWW 🤠🤠🤠
userfour: @userthree you're embarrassing yourself susan

maxverstappen1: congrats!
alexthegoat: max, what are you doing?!?!?

userfive: i'm sensing this hasn't gone down well... no alex comment, or lewis, or george LMAO

usersix: what the hell is wrong with you

userseven: burn that god damn contract

usereight: how the fuck has this happened then

usernine: i don't support you anymore

smoothoperator: ay dios mío

view all.

THERE WERE PEOPLE EVERYWHERE IN THE PADDOCK THAT ALICIA HUGO JUST WANTED TO ESCAPE. Never-mind the Dubai air that made her sweat, it was these bodies that she continually slipped past, with her head down and trying to ignore the continuous beeping of phones as the announcement went out to the world.

Alicia had just driven her last race of the season, probably her last race for a while, one place off a podium and the highest position Williams had been in since George Russell came second at Spa (A race Alicia loves to debate with the Brit simply because he didn't actually race due to the rain) And yet, while screams of joy had sounded for the driver when she'd crossed the line, she was the one walking the walk of shame.

No doubt Logan Sargeant was making himself comfortable in the Williams garage, getting to know his new team for next year.

What a load of—

No. Alicia reminded herself, she wasn't going to be that person. She wasn't going to resent Williams or send them nasty emails from an anonymous account, the Spaniard would just get Alex and George to send a free sample of grass to the offices.

The crowd of people were far behind her now, she took a deep breath and realized the next thing she had to do was walk past all the teams setups further in the paddock before she could finally escape. She was supposed to be entering  freedom, at least that's what the CEO of Williams had told her. That after today she'd be free to do whatever she wanted, free of sexist pigs in her comments, free of formula one.

The CEO of Williams clearly didn't know her well, or understand this sport very well.

Firstly, they'd fired Jost, which was random. And then they'd kicked her off team, leaving her no time to fight for another spot! If the CEO of Williams had taken the time to know his drivers, he'd know they'd never want to be free of this sport.

Alicia eats, sleeps and breathes Formula One - no matter how cheesy it sounds. You don't spend your whole life practicing this sport to be ridded of it in your first season. And then again, once you leave you're never free, there's always going to be the rumors, the emails, the invitations to talk shows to really get into what went down.

Alicia was never going to be free. She didn't want to be free. She just wanted to race, and get off planes where girls would come up to her and say she was their 'biggest inspiration'.

She didn't want this. But it didn't matter how much she wanted it because Williams didn't want her. At the end of the day, she couldn't do anything.

Maybe that's why Alicia walked the walk of shame. Could she have done better? Should she have been an American, with a lengthy past of supporting Trump?

It didn't matter, she told herself, as if trying to convince herself. If it didn't matter, it wouldn't hurt as much - that's what she also told herself.

Even if it didn't matter to her, it would always matter to media. And when she heard footsteps behind her, Alicia's eyes widened. The last thing she needed or wanted was to be plastered all over sports magazines.

Even worse, her worries peaked when she thought it might not be someone from a media outlet, but possibly someone with worse intentions, an attack she'd already experienced once this season.

In fear, Alicia turned around to meet whatever was waiting for her. She expected her anxieties to drop when she saw George and Alex running after her, but for some reason seeing them made her frown. Would they hate her? Would they scream in her face and throw eggs at her? Alicia quickly shook the thought away when she realized her best friends would never do that.

"Thank God we found you!" George expressed, his hands on his hips as the pair came to a standstill in the middle of the paddock. "We were worried sick and—"

"We had to stop you from doing whatever you were about to do." Alex said causing Alicia to furrow her eyebrows.

Alicia pointed towards the paddock exit, "I was... just leaving..."

"Yeah!" Alex nodded his head vigorously, "We were going to take you in the opposite direction and set up an interview for you, fuck Williams."

"Watch your mouth!" Alicia scolded him, slapping him on the arm, "Just because I don't work for them anymore doesn't mean you don't."

Alex rolled his eyes, "I'm in protest!"

She narrowed her eyes at them before launching into a full-blown smack attack, her smacks were distributed equally between Alex and George, "You silly, silly, boys! I am fine," (Liar!) "I am going to go home, and be fine. But you two, are not to protest or anything stupid like that, you get on with your jobs and you go to parties tonight to celebrate what your teams did this season."

"No."

"No."

Alicia rolled her eyes, "Don't say 'no', you big babies. I lost my job," she pointed at herself, trying her best to steady her breathing as the fact settled within her. "You didn't. So get back into that paddock before I kick you, both, where the sun doesn't shine."

Alex raised her eyebrows, "You've been spending far too much time with George." The Brit in mention let out an unimpressed sound while the two nodded at each other.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking you home." They both smiled at her as they wrapped their arms around hers, lifting her up and dragging Alicia away from the paddock.

"Woah! Woah! This is not taking me home!" Alicia exclaimed, luckily there was no-one around to catch the slightly scared screams of Alicia, while Alex laughed his head off.

"Yes it is, see there's a taxi waiting for you outside these gates, which we're all going to get into and it will take us to George's hired jet, because he can't afford one himself! And that jet is going to take us all the way to Spain." Alex smiled as Alicia did in-fact see a sleek Mercedes waiting at the gate with one of the cards for customers that read; BLOSSOM.

"What about suitcases? And your girlfriends?" Alicia looked between the two in bewilderment.

"Suitcases are being sent over tomorrow and our girlfriends are already on Alex's hired jet, because he can't afford one either, to meet us tomorrow." George explained, letting go of Alicia's arm to open the door of the taxi, "Our carriage awaits, Blossom."

"You two are crazy. This is crazy! I can't let this happen."

Alex rolled his eyes, "You can. Because you just got fired, and if I stay here any longer I might commit arson. Plus, Trumpie and our new team principal are in the garage and I can't stand them, I waved and said 'hello' and then said my house was on fire and had to return home immediately."

"Your house isn't on fire...?" Alicia frowned.

"It was metaphorical, Blossom." Alex deadpanned, "Me, you and George, that's my home. Lily and Carmen are the sheds." He shrugged.

Alicia turned her head to face George, who stood with a massive smile.

"Let's get you home, Licey. And me and Alex will be the metaphorical sheds in your actual garden."

"But, I thought you were planning an interview before this..."

Alex rolled his eyes, "Didn't you see? Me and George sent each other a mental message that said we should skip that and just fly to Spain."

Alicia narrowed her eyes, "How silly of me! How did I miss that?"

Alex blinked before standing behind her and pushing her into the car.

"Hey!"

"You got the jet with the sweets right?" Alex asked George, ignoring Alicia swearing in Spanish in the car. "Because I can't remember if we sent our girlfriends with the sweets or not."

"I really, bloody, hope not. Alicia will go rabid on us if she doesn't get some sweets in her system."

George and Alex were screwed. They had sent their girlfriends on the plane with all the sweets, and without the sweets they were left with a quite sad Alicia who sat in her seat, staring out the window as the plane was still grounded.

"Licey," Alex sung, seating in a seat opposite her, "The tarmac can't be that fun to look at. Unless you're imagining our heads under the wheels..."

"Why aren't you annoyed at me?" She asked, finally looking away from the tarmac.

Alex's eyebrows furrowed, "Why would we be?"

"Because, I knew. I knew about Jost and I knew about me, yet I sat at that dinner and didn't tell anyone. And then we did donuts and I was the only one who knew. You guys are my best friends—"

"We are." Alex shrugged, "That's why it doesn't matter to us that you didn't tell us, what matters is that I'm going to spend the next few weeks with my best friends in Spain, we're going to go karting, swimming, do all the stupid stuff we're probably not supposed to. We're going to meet your dad! Make a burn book! And it's going to be the best summer of our lives because you'll get to steal my girlfriend and take millions of pictures."

"We're going to leave Williams behind for about four weeks until I have to get back in the sim. And then everyday I will leave little hate messages in Logan's room, and leave anonymous threats under the new team principal's door."

Alicia laughed quietly.

"And every interview, I'll mention you and eventually the PR team will get sick of me and have you back where you belong. You'll be back, Alicia, because a talent like you can't go to waste."

Alicia's phone distracted both of their attention, and even worse it was George Russell who picked up the phone.

"Hello, this is Alicia Hugo's assistant speaking, how may I help you today." George started smiling, but it instantly faded when harsh Spanish curse words were thrown at him.

He pulled the phone away from his ear, "I think someone wants to speak to you, Licey."

Alex stifled his laughter, finding the tarmac particularly interesting when Alex glared at him.

"Hi papa!"

"Don't you, 'Hi papa' me! I will kill them Alicia!"

Alicia sighed at the threat, but couldn't help but let a smile take over her features. Maybe this was all she ever needed. Her idiotic best friends and her dad.

A quiet life.

That's what people would call it, the perfect calm away from the storm that was Formula One.

She'd swim. Walk Waffle. And wake up, living the same day on repeat.

The quiet life.

Perfect, right?

Perfect for Alicia Hugo. Isn't it?

Perfect. For the thrill seeking Alicia Hugo. Just perfect.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
hi!! two weeks until i'm back fully on wattpad but i just wanted to update you on streets so that you didn't think it was dead 😭 we've got lots of exciting things to come 😉

(prepare yourselves it's going to get messy!)