A Formula For Love

Qualifiers

"Sadie Brando! Sadie - what's it like to be one of the few women to ever qualify for formula one?" A man with a microphone asks me. He doesn't even seem to care I'm running away from him. I can't blame him - he needs the best story. But it's hard when there are thousands of other journalists trying to write the same thing. 

I've always hated the fame that came with being the only women currently racing in F1 it comes with more exposure to the media and just how cruel they can really be. 

My two bodyguards, Jack and Sean made a wall around me. Protecting me from the ambush of the news journalists shoving their microphones into every nook and cranny possible. Flashing of cameras blind me as I leave the doors of Bahrain's international circuit. Along with other famous, reappearing members of Formula One. 

I begin to leg it away from the cameras along with Jack and Sean still surrounding me. Once they were slightly away from the chaos behind they let me through their wall and that's when I bump into something hard. I unfortunately lost my balance and fell to the floor.

"Oh my, are you okay Brando ... My apologies."I hear a laughing French accent call from above. I stare up to the voice and see a tanned arm stretched down towards me. My gaze guides its way from this person's arm until I see the face.

Leclerc.

I slap his arm away out of pettiness and stumble to my feet, turning around to face him like he hadn't just accidentally or purposely - you never know with him- pushed me over. Definitely going to be slammed by the media for that one. I heard the cameras flashing away behind me. His arm came back to rest by his side and his other holding his helmet. The blinding lights showcased his green eyes.  

"Good race, don't you think Brando? You almost had me." He breaks out into a chuckle. I was less than impressed. Leclerc could just breathe and he'd still annoy the actual living shit out of me. 

I've met him a few times now and every time he's been the exact same. 

Intimidating, yes. Annoying, yes. Hot, maybe... 

But the bottom line is he's a shit stirrer that puts on an act so he can continue to be the "formula 1 heartthrob". Don't think i haven't seen those posts on Tik tok, believe me, I have.

I roll my eyes not giving him the time of day, pushing right past him. I stroll up to my black Mercedes SUV and open the right back door. Apparently I'm not allowed to drive it whilst the media is watching - it's not 'ladylike'. Typical. 

I open the back right car door and jump in slamming it shut.

"Good luck at the race." Leclerc fakely smiled at me through the window.

This boy-

 I stuck my middle finger up at him through the window. Thank god their blacked out or I definitely would be scolded by the media. 

Both my security guys clamber into the front seats of the car. Jack opens his mouth to say something before getting the look by Sean not to. He could tell I was in a bad mood. 

"It's fine Jack. Charles is just a prick, i'll get over it." Jack glances at me in the rear view mirror and nods. 

I came 4th out of 20 drivers. To my parents it's 'amazing'. To me it's 'appalling'. 

Charles, like the saint he is, took first. But when it comes to racing day in the coming days. I will show that cute little face of his that he isn't gods gift.