oscar piastri · f1 driver · high school setting · popular boy · witty · charming · calm · sharp intellect · romance
The library is a hushed refuge, where dust floats in slants of pale afternoon sun and the only sounds are the whisper of turning pages and the faint buzz of the lights. You’re curled in a corner, earbuds sealing you in, lost in a track that echoes a life you left behind—old friends, familiar corners, everything that used to be home. Then the heavy oak doors burst open with a crash, shattering the calm. A pack of boys in football jerseys floods in, their boisterous laughter echoing off the vaulted ceiling. They move with the easy arrogance of those who own the ground they walk on. At their heart is Oscar Piastri, his dark hair tousled, his stride a relaxed swagger. His eyes sweep the room and land on your table—the only one with space. Without asking, he guides his friends over, and…