Racing for love

Chapter 13 ~ secrets

The race had finished and the podium had been done. It was time for the interviews. It was finally time to speak with Charles. I didn't just need to talk to him about the race I needed to talk to him about what he had told Pierre.

I went over to the gazebo so we could do it around other people and in the shade. I was dreading this.

I set up and turned on the camera, introducing the race and myself. I soon came face to face with him again. He also had a few slits in his cheeks and a bruise above his eyebrow.

I went behind the camera and began the questions.

After a few I began to go off topic. He only spoke in one word answers and was very quick when he had to speak.

'So, what would you do if maybe Ferrari as a team asked you to keep the strategy's private but instead you went and told red bull for example.' I hissed in a strict voice.

'What do you mean ?' He tilted his head and puppy eyed me. I had to look away to stop myself from falling into those eyes again.

'When someone trusts you with a secret that's very private and important to a person would you go ahead and tell the person it's about.' His face calmed, he loosened up.

'Y/n.' His soft voice came.

'I'm sorry, just one moment please.' I walked back out into the sun and took a moment before looking back at Charles.

He had followed me after the camera turned off. I felt his hand on my shoulder and the eyes of Pierre staring in our direction.

'Charles, please.' I began. I hit his hand away, flinching at the motion of it.

'Y/n, what secret are you talking about ?' He asked, refusing to leave me alone.

'The one you told Pierre about, the one I trusted you with. The one I told you before you kissed me.' I talked quickly as I was stressed and nervous.

'What ? I never told anyone. You think I'd do that to you ?'

Well maybe ?

'You never even apologised for kissing me, or beating up my boyfriend.' I added in a sharp tone.

'He hit me first and I was only trying to protect myself and you. And plus I tried to get a hold of you but you blocked me and I couldn't find you anywhere.' What was he talking about ? I never blocked him and I never received his messages.

'I never blocked you Charles.' I replied.

'Type up my name in your phone.' He demanded. I did as he told me.

Chip I typed up.

Nothing was found, not a contact or a message or a photo. What was going on ?

'Would you like to tell me again that you didn't block me ?' He laughed to himself although I knew he was hurting inside.

'Charles-' I began, I wasn't actually going to deny it because clearly it looked like I had although I know for a fact that I never.

'I'm not on your phone and no matter how hard I try to text you it won't go through, and plus your profiles gone.' He paused for a moment.

'It used to be of you and Pierre right ?' His breathing became loud.

'Yeah that's right. But Charles-' I started again.

'No it's fine, I get it, he doesn't want you around me because I'm a threat to your relationship. And even though we've known each other for years, you chose him.' He's shrugged his shoulders and gave me a fake little side grin. I felt bad after the way he put it. He walked away and didn't turn back.

'What was he talking to you about ?' Pierre asked from behind me.

'Nothing, ready to go back to the hotel ? We can order pizza or something? Watch a movie.' I suggested. He smiled and nodded.

We headed to the hotel.

. . .

As I unlocked the door of my room and Pierre walked in I couldn't help but think about what Charles had said. Was he right ? Did I choose him over Charles after everything we've had together ?

I shook it off and decided to try and have a good night.

I took my shoes off and waited for Pierre to get into the shower before I put on my pyjamas with one of his hoodies over the top.

I lay down on his bed and wrapped myself up in the duvets that smelled of him. But I still couldn't get Charles out of my head so I searched his name once more on multiple apps.

I couldn't find him on Instagram, snap, WhatsApp, I even had his face saved in my gallery but I couldn't find any photos of him anywhere.

'Hey Babe.' I called, stop scrolling through my phone when I heard the shower stop.

'What's up Mon Cheri ?' His voice called back. He opened the door of the bathroom and his soaking body walked around the room, his towel only barely holding up around his waist.

'Something really weird is happening, I can't find anything about Charles anywhere on my phone. It's like he just never existed to me.' I complained. I watched his expression change and it was if he was trying really hard to decide what to say next.

He scoffed, 'let's hope your right then.' God he can be an arse when he talked about people he doesn't like.

When Pierre went back into the bathroom I added a new number into my contacts.

It was Charles' number, I knew it from when we were younger, I had memorised it so if I ever got lost in general I could call him before anyone else. He was my speed dial and I still remembered his number. As he could never be asked to change it.

Chip 🍉
Y/n : Charles
Y/n : Pierre's being really suspicious when I talk about how I can't find your number or anything
Y/n : and I promise on my little brothers life that I never ever did this
Y/n : I have a theory
Y/n : meet me at my room at 2pm tomorrow
Y/n : good night chip x

Pierre soon showed up again, dressed this time. He laid down in bed with me and we ordered pizza from room service. We ate it in bed while watching my favourite set of movies, we started with scream one and got up to the third one.

Pierre often jumped when he saw the ghost face so I put my arms around him sometimes when I knew when it would come up.

I giggled each time he flinched and jumped in my arms, I often kissed his head and reminded him that he was okay because I was here.

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Next chapter gets a bit crazy, I hope to be publishing it soon. Have a good day, thanks for reading - Y/a