LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

TWENTY SIX

TWENTY SIX

TRIGGER WARNING- SLIGHT, MILD MENTIONS OF ATTEMPTED RAPE, I WILL PUT A * JUST BEFORE IT JUST SO YOU ARE AWARE!.

"PIERRE GASLY, YOU LYING LITTLE SHIT!"

Pierre, who was half asleep, jumped to his feet immediately at the booming sound of her voice approaching.

"Mon Cherie, how was your fully paid for, dinner?"

He attempted to play it off, but he could see how annoyed and angry his team mate was as she glared at him from her place in front of him, still dressed in her golden gown.

Charles obviously must have told her that he was sitting in the café across the road from the restaurant, since he was supposed to be watching to see if he was playing cupid.

Instead, he fell asleep.

"You set me up!" Larissa raged at him, seeing his proud smile falter.

"Je suis désolé, I just wanted the two of you to date!" Pierre apologised to her as he ran a hand over his face to hopefully wake himself up.

"If he would have asked me to dinner himself, I would have said yes!" Larissa shouted, not caring if anyone else heard her.

Like the Monégasque who had chased after her as soon as she had left the restaurant after the dinner.

"Ma princesse, I didn't know until half an hour before I got to your door, I swear, he didn't mean any harm!" Charles tried to defend his best friend, but at her harsh glare, cowered away.

"Mon Cherie, I'm so sorry." Pierre tried to hug her, seeing anger radiating off her.

He could have cried when she abruptly pulled away from his grasp.

"I can choose who I want to go on a date with, Pierre." Larissa glared at him as the French man felt a pain in his chest as she didn't call him by the nickname that she had given him on the first day that they had met each other.

"I would have agreed to go on a date with him, if he had just asked me himself! I don't like knowing that it was forced by you! Or anyone for that matter!"

"Ma princ-"

"No." Larissa shook her head in anger, making the Monégasque frown in sadness. "Do not try and make this better. I'm too angry to let you try and excuse this, right now."

Pierre and Charles exchanged a look, sadness passing in both of their eyes.

"Just let me go and drown my sorrows until the two of you realise that I would have dated him if only he had asked himself and not to have his best friend do it by tricking me and who led me on a fucking bet!"

Larissa stormed away before they could try and further defend themselves.

She knew that she was being dramatic, but it hurt her knowing that Charles hadn't asked her to dinner himself, but instead Pierre had managed to  trick her, by a bet to have dinner with him, in a non romantic way, only for it to be a ruse so that he could set her up with his best friend.

She soon pulled out her phone and clicked on to a number which had become lost in the sea of people in her contacts, before pressing the dial button, hoping that despite the fact that she hadn't spoke to them in a long while, that they would still answer the phone.

And they did, in one ring.

"Little shit, what's wrong, why are you calling me of all people?"

"Nico, I need a drinking partner for the night."

"I'm on my way."

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