Pole position // Charles Leclerc

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Mias POV:
I looked over at the Ferrari garage, Charles sitting in his car, glaring at me from over the steering wheel. Carlos was driving, and he had a few laps left before Charles was to be let loose onto the track. And to prepare, Charles had spent his time stalking my Instagram.

'I'm gonna throw up in my mouth.' Lando gagged sarcastically, taking the seat infront of me and turning around to look at us.

'Whatever has hurt the sensitive Lando Norris and his broken heart?' I asked, no emotion.

'Firstly, I haven't got a broken heart I have a slightly weakened one, secondly. All I'm seeing everywhere is fans begging for you and Lewis to date.' He rolled his eyes.

'Why? Because I said he's a good driver?' I laughed.

'They clearly know it's bullshit so they think you're only making him feel better because you fancy him.' Daniel added.

'How many world titles has he won?' I asked, raising my eyebrows.

My brothers smirk dropped, and he pulled his sunglasses over his eyes, his eyes glued to the track as he continued to watch whilst listening to mine and Lando's conversation, with a bruised ego.

'Are you gonna stay and watch everyone? Or do you feel like doing a few interviews?' Lando asked me.

'Who am I gonna interview? Nobody has slots with me until next week.' I responded.

'I'll do one with you.'

'Okay but not an interview. I want something fun, it's gonna be the first video on the main channel.' I said.

'Deal. We'll work on one after dinner.' He smiled.

'Deal.' I shook his hand, looking down at my phone when it went off.

Charles: I hope you're watching, I'll show you the fastest driver.

I smiled, knowing he'd seen my Instagram and his ego had taken a beating from it.

'How about an f1 quiz or a challenge or something?' I asked, staring at the track.

'Sure, I'll need time to prepare though. I need to revise before I make myself look like a tit on YouTube.' He teased.

'You already look like a tit.' Daniel interrupted.

'Who's side are you on?' Lando chuckled.

'Don't answer that, Danny.'

An hour and a half later, and every team had finished testing their cars. Both Daniel and Lando had left to go and have a meeting, but I'd decided to stay. The weather was nice and I was enjoying my time in the empty stands a few days before fans arrived.

'You know, you'd be able to see so much better from my paddock.' Charles said, coming up behind me, making me jump.

'I like to watch in person, not through a screen on the other side of the track.' I responded.

'I didn't know you enjoyed watching.' He said, taking the seat besides me.

'It's all I knew as a child, besides, why would I take up a job here if I didn't like it?' I frowned.

'I was just curious.'

'How was testing?' I asked, swiftly changing the subject.

'It was good, but all everyone can talk about is you and Lewis.' He responded, zero emotion on his face, not letting me know what he thought of it.

'It's funny, isn't it? How fast the media catch onto things that aren't even remotely true.' I said, trying to sway the subject a little.

'It is. Can ruin friendships.' He added.

I span to look at him, narrowing my eyes as I tried to figure out what he was insinuating. But as always, his face gave nothing away, as he stared at me with the same blank expression he'd given me earlier.

'What're you doing tonight?' He asked, breaking the silence with a question.

'I'm doing an interview with Lando, but I'm not quite sure how I'm gonna do it yet.' I responded.

'I didn't think you started yet.'

'I don't, but I wanna have something to bring to the table at my board meeting at the end of the week.' I explained.

'Let me help.' He said, pulling his sunglasses down and leaning back in his seat.

'What do you mean?'

'Let's do a game or something, Ferrari vs McLaren. The fans want to see rivalry, let's give them rivalry.' He said, a cheeky smile on his face.

'Your competitiveness starting before the races do?' I laughed.

'Absolutely.'

I thought about it for a few minutes. It was a good idea and he knew it. That way, I'd have two teams in one video, representing f1 even more than if I was just to make a video with McLaren. They'd love it.

'Fine. We'll do a f1 history quiz, winner gets to pie the loser after each question.' I smiled, watching as his face dropped.

'Each question?' He asked, warily.

'You'd better brush up on your skills. Besides, I've not told Lando that you'll be in it yet, so you've got a head start.' I teased him.

'I don't need to brush up on my skills. I know my stuff.' He insisted.

'We'll see how you do tonight Mr Leclerc.' I responded, standing up and walking towards the paddock.

'Wanna tour of the Ferrari garage? That'll make for a good video.' He called after me.

'No can do, Charles. We have a bet going, remember.' I pointed at him.

He stood up, following me across the track and into the cafe, mechanics and media managers milling around, chatting and drinking.

'You know they'll want a tour of my garage at some point.' He said, cockily.

'Yes, that's fine. And I'll give them a tour, on the 8th race week.' I smiled.

'Just one race outside of our bet? I knew you'd not be able to wait too long.' He joked.

'I can't wait for Carlos to give me a tour of his car. The fans are gonna love it.' I winked.

'You're such a tease.' He grumbled, moving his hand to the small of my back, walking me out of the cafe and past all of the media outlets, weaving in and out of all of the cars and caravans arriving.

'You don't realise how busy race week is until it comes around, do you?' I asked.

'It's crazy, but all I've gotta do is turn up and race. I feel for the mechanics.' He responded, instinctively gripping me tighter when I wobbled, nearly falling as a Mercedes mechanic accidentally pushed into me.

'Watch where you're fucking going.' Charles exclaimed, releasing his grip on my hip when he saw Lewis looking at us from the balcony of the Mercedes box.

'Try not to bully all of my mechanics out of a job, Charles.' Lewis called, sipping on his coffee.

'Don't worry, I'm sure you don't need him.'

'Mia? Are you busy? I've got something to show you.' Lewis asked, leaning down to look at me.

I felt Charles' eyes on me, but ignored them. We were filming a video together later, it wouldn't hurt to hang out with Lewis.

'No, I've got nothing going on.' I smiled, watching as he got up from his seat and headed inside, most likely coming down to open the door for me.

I knew what Charles was gonna say before he said it.

'I regret that stupid bet now. You're gonna spend all your time with Mercedes.' He grumbled.

'Don't be so jealous.' I pushed.

'After race 7, you're all mine.'