Perfect Disaster-Charles Leclerc

fourteen

MAX'S POV

Her voice sounds like she's hiding something, it sounds like she's living a big lie, but what a great lie. I have an advantage over Charles, not insignificant, I know that behind that hatred he represses something: he always came at the moment when something could happen between me and her, he would come to put her in a bad mood, he tried to sink her all weekend long. The hatred in her eyes was sharp, it was heavy, it was a boulder to bear that she held up magnificently, however, certainly with a few hindrances that she didn't show me. I didn't think I could fall in love, I am Max Verstappen, cold, unemotional driver, everyone's rival, I am Super Max, the one with miles of distance from drivers, people, family members above all. I didn't think I could feel my hands burning, I didn't think I had butterflies in my stomach, or at least I didn't think they were alive. I didn't think I could miss her when she was far away, didn't think a push from her before a race with two words would make me go faster. For the first time when I lowered my visor I weighed that I had to get back to her, win, hug her and get back to her: safe and sound, all intact for her. To see her eyes shining, to see her happiness in front of something as small as the lights of a city, like a basketball in her hands. The happiness she radiated, the light she has would light up the whole planet in the house of total blackout. My phone rings again and I get up from my desk to get it, tano I wouldn't have studied anyway 

"Max.." His is soft, low, almost sad 

"Are you okay?" I get defensive, the last thing I want is for her day to be ruined. I hear her breathing noisily 

"I'm running, don't worry" 

I hear her smile between words, but she had talked about it her passion for running, her way of clearing her head

 "then I'll tell you about some tables until you get to the hotel"

Hearing her laugh is the best medicine to all the aches and pains in the world, she runs and laughs and only now do I realize how much she likes to run, I've been saying stupid things for at least 10 minutes

 "can you explain where you went running? "

 "I wanted to go see the san francisco bridge and I met charles who took me to one of his places to see it" 

she confesses, almost snorting at the end, sighs and I settle down, straighten my back and clench my jaw, let the silence flow between us 

"I'll tell you, he was even nice for a time, he was holding me tight if because I was leaning out too much and he didn't want me to fall, things that aren't at leclerc" 

I crack my neck, close my eyes and take another long breath, to think that he even touched her is getting on my nerves, he who, I'm sure, feels something for her other than hatred, who wouldn't if he had the chance? Maybe only Carlos was immune, am in all those years of knowing one of them must have felt something. 

"Yes, given the charles of the last period..." I try to use my most neutral voice

 "are you okay?" She gets defensive, puts herself in a position to listen to me 

"all right. I'm surprised at charles" 

"he's back to his usual charles after I answered you" 

I snort, raising my eyebrows. It was obvious, I ruined his moment when he could approach her like a normal person, a person who deserves to love and be high. Charles deserves many things, but she doesn't, I saw him first at that game, I fell into his eyes first, it's my turn. Her Leclerc charm has to stay locked in a drawer for her.