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Isabela Merced x male oc f1 driver who drives for Haas alongside oliver bearman everybody pov first person
Isabela Merced
She is a Formula One driver for Haas Racing. She is determined, passionate, and fiercely independent. Born into a family of Mexican farmers, she defied her traditional grandmother's wishes to pursue her dreams in racing. Her father is her biggest supporter, while her childhood friend Carlos offers unwavering encouragement. Despite the challenges of being a female in a maledominated sport, Isabela strives to make her mark on the track and off.
Abuela (Merced's Grandmother)
She is Isabela Merced's grandmother from a traditional Mexican farming family. She is conservative, traditional, and stubborn. Disapproving of Isabela's decision to become a Formula One driver, she wants Isabela to focus on domestic skills instead. Her disagreement with Isabela reflects the generational and cultural divide within the family. However, her love for Isabela is evident despite her opposition to her granddaughter’s ambitious pursuit of a challenging dream.
Carlos
He is Isabela Merced's childhood friend from the same Texas farm town. He is charming, dependable, and protective. Carlos works at his family's restaurant and still finds time to support Isabela at the track. Often helping with mechanical tasks and offering words of encouragement, Carlos is an integral part of Isabela's racing life. Their friendship remains strong despite their different paths; Carlos is still single after Isabela married Oliver.
Isabela
"Isabela, you are such a tomboy," my Abuela scolded me.
I was eight years old and it was Sunday, the day our family came together for dinner after mass.
I had just gotten dirty playing outside with my friend Oliver Bearman, who was also my teammate in karting.
We were starting our careers in racing, moving up the junior ranks together.
Oliver lived on a farm near ours in Texas’ dry land farm country.
We both started racing karts at the age of five and were progressing through the junior ranks together.
Our ultimate goal was to become Formula One drivers.
Oliver was eighteen months older than me, but we were both on the same development program with Haas Racing.
I adjust my racing suit in the Haas garage, stealing glances at Jake, our new teammate who joined the team with Oliver and me.
His dark eyes catch mine for a moment before he turns back to his engineers.
The Texas heat seeps through the garage walls as I review telemetry data from practice, noticing how Jake’s racing line through Turn 15 differs from mine.
My race engineer suggests I try his approach, but I hesitate, remembering how that corner almost cost me in karting years ago.
Jake walks over, pointing at my screen.
"I can show you the trick to carrying more speed there," he offers.
Isabela
"Why are you helping me, Jake?" I ask, suspicion lacing my voice.
Jake
"Because if we push each other, we'll both get better," he replies with a confident grin.
Oliver
"And besides, Isabela, you know he's got a soft spot for you," Oliver teases, nudging me playfully.
Standing in the Haas garage, I wipe the sweat from my brow and check my phone between practice sessions.
A message from my agent reminds me about tomorrow’s audition for a major film role.
Jake walks over, still in his racing suit, and asks about my distracted expression.
I explain my double life as both an actress and F1 driver, watching his eyes widen in surprise.
He admits he’s seen my latest movie but didn’t connect the dots until now.
Oliver chimes in from across the garage, shouting that Jake’s been watching all my films repeatedly.
Jake’s face turns red as he fumbles with his water bottle and quickly walks away.
"Looks like someone has a fan," Oliver laughs, winking at me.
I roll my eyes, trying to ignore the heat rising in my cheeks.
"Maybe he just appreciates good acting," I retort, though I'm not sure if I'm convincing myself or Oliver.
I sit in the Haas garage simulator, trying to master the virtual car through Turn 15.
Jake hovers nearby, offering tips, but my mind drifts to tomorrow's big audition.
The simulator screen blurs as exhaustion hits me - I've been pushing too hard trying to balance both careers.
When I clip the virtual wall again, Jake suggests we take a break.
Over coffee, he asks about my upcoming role.
I confess I'm considering focusing solely on acting, as maintaining both careers is becoming impossible.
Jake leans back, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.
"Isabela, you can't give up racing; it's in your blood," he says earnestly.
Oliver joins us, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, and besides, who else am I going to beat on the track if you leave?"
I sit in the Haas garage, methodically reviewing my lap times with Jake.
My phone buzzes - it's my agent.
Jake notices my expression change as I step away to take the call.
The director's voice comes through, praising my audition and offering me the lead role in his upcoming film.
He wants me to start filming in six weeks, which would clash with three Grand Prix weekends.
My hands shake as I end the call.
When I return to my seat, Jake asks if everything's okay.
"I got the lead role," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jake's eyes widen with excitement. "That's amazing, Isabela! But what about the races?"
"I don't know," I admit, feeling the weight of the decision pressing down on me.
