Lucia's POV:
My eyes well up, I cannot see a thing. I lean on the wall in-front of Sadie's dressing room - in utter bewilderment of what i've just heard.
He just cannot stay away from her. And he definitely won't now as she's pregnant WITH HIS BABY.
My hands form into fists.
Yes, we built our relationship on a pack of lies to deter the papers from him and her and to heighten my popularity. But he is ruining all of it.
I hear her door swing open and I come out from behind her room just standing, staring at her in awe.
She manages to find my eyes too - resting them on me. There is and will always be tension between her and I.
The average VS the gorgeous.
Gorgeous A.K.A me.
I try not to make eye contact for too long before I up and leave.
Soon enough I saunter into the soon- to-be-baby-daddie's dressing room. He was sat on the edge of the sofa - like he was anticipating me.
Which I was correct.
"I can't keep doing this relationship anymore Lucia."
This is the end of the fucking world. I fall to the floor and break down before kneeling against the wall closest to me.
"It's not the end of the fucking world Luce, calm down!" Charles reply's to me with a firm grip on his forehead like he's got a massive headache.
I'm the one with the bigger headache here.
"I thought this fake relationship was going fine!" I scream at him not caring that over 100 Ferrari team members are outside his dressing room door.
He strolls up to me and stops very close to my face "Yeah, well things change."
Sucks to be him, I can read him like a book.
"Oh this is about your little slag being available again isn't it." I roll my eyes.
What's so good about her. Yeah she can drive ... but does she look like me ... no.
I rest my case.
He suddenly got up into my face, "Don't call her that, ever."
"Charles, I thought this is what you wanted. Her out of your hair. For good." I start - as he swings open the door to walk towards the race track. I don't even give his team the time of day to smile at them. This is more important.
He doesn't reply as he continues to make his way down to the starting line. "Believe it or not I actually started to like you again."
(I have always liked you - you've just always had your head up that Brando girl's arse.)
He laughs to himself and I completely lose it shouting multiple curse words at him. And what really drove me up the wall is when he locked eyes with her.
This fucking girl is fucking everywhere.
He faintly nodded at her and that gesture alone told me all I needed to know.
I needed to fuck everything up today.
She wanted to tell Charles after the race - how about I tell him before the race.
And hopefully he doesn't think I don't remember our deal. If he leaves this "relationship" then I will tell his little girlfriend and the whole world that he tried to get me to run her over not so long ago.
Call me psychotic. But I always am and always will be.
I walked over to his car with him. And kept silent until he asked me why I was still next to him.
Which of course was very hard for me to do.
"What do you want Luce?" He asks.
Just like clockwork.
I bend down to come face to face with him inside his helmet and the corners of my mouth turned upwards.
What i'm about to do will royally fuck him over today.
Oh well if it's not the consequences of his own actions - well - mine.
I lower my voice ever so slightly. It doesn't need to be loud as I'll be leaking the shit out of this to the papers later.
"Your little girlfriend Charles..." He looks at me confused but longingly for context, "She's pregnant. You know, that night before you flew to see your family in Monaco but you said you was already there."
Realisation is then plastered all over his face and a satisfied smile then crept over mine.
"Yep that night. Naughty boy. Didn't wear any protection." I giggle at him before I walk off. Even with the helmet on his face looked shocked and that brought such a smile to my face that I thought I must be dreaming.
Good luck to your Mr Leclerc.
He thinks i'm going home but i'm only just getting started.
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