Third Person POV:

Bahrain International Circuit, December 2020(Y/N's age: 21)

The 2020 F2 Season was...chaotic, to say the least. With all the restrictions about COVID-19, races were cancelled and a whole new callendar was planned

Now, at the last race of the year, Y/N Specter needs a win to secure a third place in the championship and a Super License, this is Y/N's chance to get into Formula 1

Commentating the race, Alex Jacques and Alex Brundle started the transmission of the race that could change Y/N's life

Alex J: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, my name is Alex Jacques and welcome to the last race of the Formula 2 season of 2020, here with we have Alex Brundle. Alex, the championship is pratically decided, Mick Schumacher is set to win the F2 championship, but that doesn't mean that there are other things on the line, right? Take Y/N Specter for instance, he's trying to get his Super License and this might be his last shot if he doesn't want to stay here next season.

Alex B: Y/N Spectre is doing a great job this season, but if he really wants that Super License, he'll have to win today. No mistakes.

Alex J: Well, he's starting from pole position and might just be able to win this 

At the MP Motorsport garage, Y/N is watching a video of Hailee Steinfeld's pandemic lives on his phone when she talks about her past relationship

"I wrote these songs when I was pissed off and upset and really, really hurt and went through something with someone that, you know...went to being everything in my world to just gone...and that affects you in more than one way." The actress said through the video

After that, Y/N's teammate, Felipe Drugovich approaches him from behind and scares Y/N

Felipe: Who's that?

Y/N: For fuck's sake, Felipe!

Felipe laughs at him

Felipe: Come on, race's about to start.

They head off to the track and go towards their cars, Y/N on pole position and Felipe in P2, a front row lockout for the Dutch team

The drivers get there and see Devon Butler, Y/N's rival since his F3 days

Felipe: Oh boy, there we go again.

Devon: Gentlemen! Enjoying the moment? I'm asking you this because we all know both of you are going to be out of the podium places in no time.

Y/N: Felipe, are you hearing this guy? I can't hear him because he's way too far in P11. 

Felipe: Yeah, I think someone should learn their place here.

Devon laughs

Devon: We all know you're not getting your Super License, mate. And by the way, if you feel a wind, that's me breathing down your neck.

Y/N: Oooh, shiver me timbers. 

Devon: Yeah right, just remember when you're in the middle of the race about you and your little girlfriend...or should I say ex-girlfriend? It's a shame she cheated on you...you guys were really good together.

Y/N clenches his fist and pushes Devon, but Felipe breaks it up

Felipe: Hey! Stop it you two.

Devon: Now I know what makes you tick. See you around, gentlemen.

Felipe: Fuck off, Butler.

Devon leaves them and goes to his car

Y/N: You should have let me hit him.

Felipe: If you hit him, he wins. Come on man, you're on pole position, don't throw this away. About that, if you want to talk about you and Darcy's break up, I'm here.

Y/N: Let's just focus on the race.

Felipe: Right. Let's end it with style.

Y/N manages to get a good start when the race begins, getting the jump on Drugovich, the 21 year old driver holds on to his position, even managing to open a 20 second gap to his teammate. But in the latter parts of the race, Y/N's gearbox starts to fail

Y/N: Uh guys, my gearbox. What's going on?

Mark, his race engineer talks on his comms

Mark: We don't know yet, just keep pushing till the end.

Y/N: I'm losing power and I can go only up to 6th gear. How many laps until the end?

Mark: Two to go. Two laps to go.

Y/N: Keep me updated on the gap.

Y/N kept driving carefully until the last lap. With the gap only going down, he starts getting more anxious than before. But there wasn't time for anything anymire, because Y/N just won the race

Alex J: Y/N Specter wins the Bahrain Grand Prix with a very exciting end for the season!

Alex B: Honestly, Alex, I don't even know how Y/N got to finish this race. Gearbox and power issues make every driver panic, but not Y/N. He kept his cool and went all the way to the chequered flag. And now he's achieved the minimum points to get his Super License.

On the racetrack, Y/N celebrates with his team. After that, Johnny Herbert comes to interview him

Johnny: Y/N, what a win today, pole position, led every lap and fastest lap. A grand chelem for you and maximum points for the team with the 1-2 finish. What are your thoughts?

Y/N: Well Johnny, I honestly thought my race was over when I felt loss of power and the gearbox failing. But luckily, I was able to push the car to the end.

Johnny: I guess now that you've reached the points necessary to get your Super License. Will we be seeing you in an F1 team next year?

Y/N: I'll go wherever the wind takes me.

After partying like there was no tomorrow, Y/N returns to New York in the family's private jet and is welcomed by his father in the hangar

Harvey: Welcome back, congratulations on the win.

Y/N: Thanks dad. Hey, where's mom?

Harvey: She got held up at work.

Y/N: How many more times do I have to say that she doesn't have to work anymore?

Harvey: I don't think housewife life matches your mother. And besides, I'm no telling her that. Are you?

Y/N: Pass.

After that, they get in the car, a black Mercedes AMG GT

Y/N: I'm driving.

They drive off and return home

When they arrive back at the penthouse, Y/N is welcomed by his family and friends

ALL: Surprise!

Y/N looks at his father with a smile

Y/N: Thanks for the surprise, dad.

Harvey: Don't thank me, it was your mother's idea.

Y/N goes on to hug his mother

Donna: I'm so proud of you, sweetie.

She then goes to Harvey and kisses him

Donna: And I'm proud of us for making him.

Y/N: Oh Jesus Christ, guys. I mean come on.

Harvey and Donna laugh

Y/N then goes to talk to his childhood friends

Y/N: Boys! How the hell are you guys?

Liam: Great, congrats on the win, bro.

Tony: Long time no see, man. Congratulations.

Florian: toutes nos félicitations, my friend. You deserved that win.

Ian: Yeah, right. Congrats man, whatever...nah I'm joking, you killed it in Bahrain.

Michael: Y/N, Mick didn't deserve to win the championship, you did

Y/N: Come on now, Mick's a great guy and a fantastic driver. No need for hate.

After some time, Y/N's friends leave the penthouse, leaving him with his mother, father and Uncle Louis

Y/N: Now that everyone's out...I wanted to tell you guys something. Haas and Williams probably have a vacant seat. All we need to do is cover the offer from Mazepin in Haas or Latifi in Williams, and rumour has it that Butler is looking for a seat too. 

Harvey: Look Y/N, I know this is very important to you, but me and your mother think that you should finish college.

Y/N: What? Why?

Donna: We thought it was better for you to have a plan B if your career in F1 didn't work out. We think that if you don't get a seat, it's better for you to work with your father

Louis: And besides, being a test driver for a Top 3 team is better than being a main driver for a team that always ends up in 9th or 10th in the constructors.

Y/N: What do you mean?

Louis: I mean that someone in Woking likes you very much and would like to have you as their reserve and test driver for 2021. That way, you'll only miss a few classes, but you'll graduate just fine.

Louis hands Y/N a contract

Y/N: McLaren? How did you guys do that? Thank you, really.

Harvey: And that's not all.

He throws the Penthouse's keys to Y/N 

Harvey: As of tomorrow, the penthouse is yours.

Y/N: Thanks, but I have a proposition. When I graduate from Harvard, I'll work for any of you, but if I get a seat, I'll be more of a freelancer consultant. Deal?

Harvey/Louis: Deal.