Me and Charles fought for first place. He was being an asshole. We're supposed to be fucking teammates.
"Okay Leclerc is getting aggressive be ready to defend."
My blood boiled. We were on the last lap. I've had lead this whole entire fucking race and he's going to get up here and fuck it up for me.
He needs to quit being an ass and actually race clean.
If I could go and beat the shit out of him I would.
I barely held my spot in p1 against him as we crossed the finish line.
"What the fuck is his problem!"
I yelled into my radio. Not caring I even won at the moment.
I quickly pulled into my spot and jumped from my car.
Charles pulled up and got out of his car.
As I was about to yell at him, he beat me to it.
"What the fuck was that! You trying to wreck both of us!" He yelled at me. He got close to me and my height was quite short compared to his and it pissed me off more.
I ripped my helmet off without thinking, throwing it to the ground. I snatched my balaclavas and earphones out.
"What the fuck was that! I was trying to defend my own fucking teammate. That was a dirty race Leclerc and you know it."
His eyes went wide as I chewed into his ass.
"I know I've been gone awhile and haven't been here to knock you down a few knotches but I'm here now and you're not gonna be like that with me. We both could've gotten hurt out there dumbass."
He had not moved or spoke.
He was froze. Like he physically couldn't do anything.
"A.J." He whispered like he couldn't believe I was here. The paddock was silent no one moved or spoke.
I heard heels come clicking towards us. Charlotte stood on the edge of the garage.
I rolled my eyes and looked back to Charles. "Better go to your little girlfriend she looks upset. I got a trophy to go get." My voice was laced with venom.
I wanted to hurt him. I wanted him to feel every ounce of pain I feel everyday.
I made my way to the stage, everyone screaming as I waved and cheered my way to the stage.
It felt good to be here.
My blonde hair was out of my suit blew every which way. I felt so free. No more hiding.
"No fucking way. A.J.!" Max came up behind me ready to join me on the podium.
"In the flesh." He pulled me into a hug.
"This is fucking crazy. I haven't seen you in years. Damn feels like old times." He laughs.
I nodded. "It's good to be back." He smiled and they started announcing our names.
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Quiet Moments c.l.
Fanfiction"You're my quiet moment Cha." ***** Athena Jules Castellanos or A.J. as she was known as in the circuits, a famous karting and f4 driver, disappears from the public eye for two years after losing Jules Bianchi (her godfather), Hervé Leclerc (her fat...