impermissible (Charles Leclerc)

n i n e t e e n

"So you don't know who the new driver is?" Charles asked Ferraris personal trainer Matthew as he jogged on the treadmill.

"Not a clue, I'm intrigued." Matthew responded as he upped the incline of the machine Charles was on, I overheard the conversation.

They had rented out the entire gym facility for today to dedicate it to see what ability I had in terms of fitness, strength and endurance.

As I breathed in I walked towards Charles and the trainer, "Hi nice to meet you I'm Evelyn." I stuck my hand out for Matthew to shake but he just stared at me in disbelief.

"You're pulling my leg Charles." The trainer commented as Charles got off of the machine and laughed, "No mate, meet the new teammate."

"You're the new driver?" He asked me, to which I promptly nodded. His reaction stayed the same, shock was permanent on his face.

"Charles is this not awkward for you.. I mean it wasn't a secret how much you loved-

I cut Matthew off before he could embarrass Charles "Yeah, I'm the new driver I guess, Fred said you'd swear not to reveal my identity to anyone right?"

"Oh yeah but I mean people are going to know you're a girl, you aren't uh built like the guys are and the suits are tight fitted." Matthew awkwardly stated.

I shrugged "I don't mind anyone knowing I'm a girl, it is relatively obvious. But please don't tell anyone my name, I don't want a soul knowing I'm racing."

He held his head in his hands "Fuck me, Evelyn Wolff is driving for Ferrari. Your dad is going to kill Fred in the most violent way possible."

"Don't talk about her dad like that." Charles defended Toto, a sweet gesture that meant a lot to me.

Matthew stayed silent for a moment "So Evelyn, this is going to sound really rude but do you know how much you weigh?"

"Uh..." I mumbled awkwardly.

Charles nudged him, "We get weighed pretty much weekly, they want drivers to be as light as possible to reach faster speeds."

"You know what, don't answer that you definitely weigh a lot less than Charles and that's great." Matthew told us, reassuring me as we sat down on the floor of the gym.

"Oh yeah Evs really light, like it's ridiculous." Charles confirmed, I laughed at him.

Matthew was quick to bully him "Oh you would know wouldn't you? I swear if you both start flirting during these workouts I will be sick."

I rolled my eyes.

"So do you workout Evelyn?" Matthew asked, all of the questions sounded so rude but I knew that it wasn't intended that way.

"Yeah, shooting stuff pretty much naked does require some form of exercise." I joked, he looked down at the ground awkwardly.

I immediately apologised "Sorry does that make you uncomfortable?"

"I'm just in shock, I'm not usually this weird but I've got a fucking Chanel model sat in front of me who is literally going to be racing against her billionaire dads team in a couple of months, I'm just baffled." Matthew admitted as he placed his board down.

"Just wait until you see her in the car, won't seem as crazy then." Charles credited me, but I wasn't so sure, I had never driven at the speeds they drive at. I have skill but I don't know if that will maintain at 300mph.

"I trust Fred and I trust Charles so I'm sure you're brilliant I'm just yeah, surprised. Anyway how often do you workout?" Matthew asked.

"I try to every two days." I admitted honestly.

"Yeah that's got to change, I want at least two hours everyday, at least." Matthew told me and handed me this sheet of times that I could workout and the gym was closed and only Ferrari members could enter.

After running through the new meal plans that basically restricted me from anything fun and expressing the fact my workouts consisted of on average:

4sets- 15 reps of Romanian deadlifts

4sets and 10 reps of over grip pull ups

4sets and 12reps of goblet squats

4sets -20 reps of static push ups

4sets and 8 reps of wide pull ups

4sets and 45 second dead bugs

I already decided being a formula one driver was probably not for me "Yeah I don't even know what a dead bug is and I can't do a regular push up, or a pull up for that matter."

"We have a lot to do, but I'm confident we will get you there." Matthew smiled, although he definitely wasn't confident in my ability whatsoever.

Charles smiled and patted me  "Yeah you'll be fine Evs."

I nodded and shrugged  "Suppose I have to be, signed for six years officially." They had extended my contract by three years for absolutely no fucking reason.

"Longer than my contract, he clearly has a lot of faith in you." Charles told me carefully as we finished up discussing the plan with Matthew.

"Right so we are going to meet here every day this week at nine until eleven, is that good with you both?" Matthew asked as he scheduled the gym times in his calendar.

I thought for a moment "I can't do Thursday."

"Why?" Matthew asked.

I explained "I have a shoot, it's an all day thing so I can't come on Thursday."

Matthew sighed, standing up to leave "How often do you do shoots? On average anyway?"

"Maybe every two weeks, it depends it's kinda seasonal." I shrugged.

"Right well we will figure it out, it was nice to meet you Evelyn. Welcome to the team." Matthew smiled as he left, waving as he shut the gym door behind him.

Charles turned to me "You think you can do all of this?"

"No." I laughed, he looked over at me confused.

"The laughter leads me to believe you can do it." He challenged.

"No literally if I don't laugh I'll cry."

Charles stood up and offered me a hand, I held on it as he pulled me up with ease "I promise by the time the season starts you're going to be ready."

I was stood close to him, his face centimetres from mine "How am I going to keep this from my dad..? He's going to ask me to watch races from the paddock and what's my excuse then?"

"Don't worry about it, we are going to discuss everything with Fred and it will all be okay." He promised as our eyes stayed focused on one another.

"So positive." I smiled at him, that was something I admired about Charles he always had a good attitude towards things that were hard. "You make me positive Ev." He smiled.