When the first female F1 driver is announced, no one expects her to get on so badly with Ferrari golden boy Charles Leclerc, but do they really hate each other as much as it seems?
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"I saw Charles' comment on my Twitter" Lando chuckled to me. We were back in England at the McLaren headquarters, getting ready to film a YouTube video. "He's a funny guy, Charles"
"Yeah, really funny," I grumbled. Although Charles had made it look all fun and games on Twitter, I knew he actually meant it. It was weird to me that to everyone else, Charles was a cool guy who was kind and funny as he was the total opposite to me.
I hadn't seen or heard from Charles since our encounter in the elevator. In fact, I hadn't seen Max either. Or heard from him. He hadn't contacted me since but neither had I. I tried not to think about that night a lot. I don't live life with regrets but part of me wished I hadn't done it.
Lottie was setting up the camera in front of us and I prepared for the challenge. It was a "red flag, green flag," challenge, where Lottie would read out a trait and we would hold up the flag that represented our opinion.
Lando and I both enjoyed the media aspect of our job. These little challenges we did for YouTube were so funny, and me and Lando always had such a laugh.
As per, the video was a massive laugh with Lando even falling off his chair because he was laughing so hard. It was times like these I treasured.
We were flying to Azerbaijan tomorrow together and for once Rue wasn't coming as she was busy with work. I hadn't told her about my night with Max, and for the first time in my life I wasn't planning to.
After the video, I went home, went on a run (the grind never stops), showered then went on my phone. I was scrolling on Instagram when I found myself scrolling through Charles' instagram page. This was the 3rd time I'd done this this week and I nearly knew every photo he'd posted. This time I scrolled far back enough to see photos he'd posted with his ex girlfriend and I couldn't help but study them: how he looked at her, where he placed his hands, what he captioned them.
I knew it was wrong but I couldn't help but do it. I scrolled down from a picture with him and his ex on a boat together when I accidentally doubled tapped and the red heart appeared on the photo. Shit. I had just liked a photo of him and his ex girlfriend from a year ago. Shit.
I quickly unliked the photo, but the damage was done. I had to hope it would get lost in the swarm of notifications he got.
My prayers were not heard as 2 minutes later, I got a notification saying I had been sent a message request by Charles Leclerc. I hated myself. I hated him more. I took a deep breath and looked onto my requested messages to see if I could read the DM without opening it. I could.
It read "I saw that Hakimi😏🤨" I left him on delivered . ————————————————————————————
