LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

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SIXTEEN

*TRIGGER WARNING- MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS NEAR THE END OF THE CHAPTER*

"Schumacher is overtaking, I repeat, Schumacher is overtaking!"

Larissa laughed loudly, a bright gleaming smile on her face as she was on Mick's back as he ran , holding his best friend tightly so that she couldn't fall.

Zahra and Gina walked behind them, the pair rolling their eyes at their dramatics. They had been shopping in Monte Carlo, ready for the Monaco grand prix, when the German boy offered to carry his best friend on his back, and with it being Larissa, she was never going to turn it down.

It wasn't until she jumped off his back and ran alongside him, that the real race began.

"Cohen floors it, soaring past Schumacher. Cohen is ahead as they get to the line, and Cohen wins the Monaco grand prix!"

Larissa breathed heavily as she reached the end of their little race, out of breath, as she heard snickering and a French accent nearby.

"A Cohen winning the grand prix? We can't have that."

Larissa stood up at the new voice, seeing a brown haired boy smiling at her with an adorable smile, messy hair and a white t shirt.

"Kid, Cohen's are made for Monaco wins." Larissa smirked as the boy shook his head. She folded her arms across her chest, watching the boy who had a giddy smile on his face.

"Who's the stray puppy?" Zahra spoke as Gina and herself caught up to the two racing drivers.

"I-" the boy spoke, with his eyebrows raised. "-am not a stray."

Larissa had to bite back a laugh at his upset expression. "But, you are a puppy?"

"No."

"Is he bothering you?"

Charles Leclerc smiled as he walked over the group, smiling softly at the Cohen girl who smiled back with the smile that he always seemed to love.

"I'm not bothering them! I was just saying that Cohen's can't win Monaco grand prix races, it's not fair."

Charles shook his head with a small sigh, placing his hand on the boys shoulder. "Arthur, I'm not in contention for a home win, so we do as I told you."

Arthur Leclerc rolled his eyes. "We support your girlfriend."

Charles' eyes widened massively as the words left his brother lips, seeing the Cohen girl and her friends trying to hold back their laughter.

"We support Pierre, and Larissa."  He tried to salvage the conversation as the Brazilian took a step forward.

"So, unless you are just super friendly with strangers, I'd guess that this cutie-" She ruffled the boys hair, seeing a blush covering his cheeks. "-is your brother, and since I heard you say, Arthur, I presume that's the puppy's name."

"Not a stray, after all." Zahra smiled as Gina giggled from behind her.

"I'm Arthur Leclerc, and I promise that I am actually a fan of you." Arthur smiled at the beautiful Brazilian, holding his hand out for her to shake, his smile widening as she shook it immediately.

"Larissa Cohen, pleasure to meet you, cachorro."

Arthur noticed out of the corner of his eye, that his brother seemed to be infatuated with the small Brazilian, his smile never fading as his eyes stared softly at the woman.

Arthur did notice however, that he wasn't the only one to see how much his brother liked the Cohen girl, Gina had spotted it too.

"Are you boys excited for your home race?" Zahra interrupted Charles' staring with her voice, shaking him from his trance.