Under the helmet | Charles Leclerc

~Chapter 4~

I arrive home and open the door and Rosa instantly gives me a huge hug.

"Where. Have. You. Been!!!!!" She shouts at me as I release her from the hug about to explain everything.

"Well, I may have gotten a little bit too drunk and I stayed with Charles overnight and he gave me pancakes." I explain to Rosa as she looks like she was about to say something and then didn't.

"Next time, message me, when your not staying here." She asks, in a sarcastic tone.

"I will, mum." I tease her, waving Charles off.

"Oi, Maeve Vivian Walker, I will have you know that I was very worried about you last night as you only messaged me a bunch of gibberish!! For all I know that could've been an alien speaking their language to me!" Rosa rambles on, as I decide to not listen to her because as a matter of fact, I think aliens wouldn't even use the same alphabet as English.

"Yeah, yeah whatever." I respond walking to one of the bedrooms in the apartment, putting my dress back into the wardrobe.

"Wait. Your not in your own clothes!!! Did you sleep with him?!!!" Rosa finally catches on.

"No, I changed this morning, as I felt really uncomfortable in the dress." I respond.

I then look at my phone to see what I sent Rosa last night.
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Rosa:
Hey just checking you are ok and having fun, what time are you thinking of heading back?

Maevey ❤️: wiiowowoooowowiwiwiowwiiowiowioiiwiwooo I likkke shoooousuts

Rosa:
That's not an answer Maeve.
Rosa:
Maeve, can you please tell me when your coming home!
Rosa:
MAEVE VIVIAN WALKER, I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL CALL YOUR MUM IF YOU DON'T TELL ME WHEN YOUR COMING HOME
Rosa:
Calling your mum fyi
Rosa:
Your mum is very mad at you
Rosa:
She's going to ring you
Rosa:
Maeve, please tell me your safe and that you've stayed the night at someone's house or at least message me your alive and not pissed drunk.
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Now I realise why she was so worried, I didn't message her the whole night, and that explains the 15 voicemails from my mum.

"Whoops?" I whisper to myself.

I wake up on Friday at 6AM, which is quali day for the Bahrain grand prix, my first race in f1, I get my things and get ready to leave to get to the paddock. Viola is downstairs in the lobby patiently waiting for me to go to the paddock with her.

"Ready to go? It's qualifying today and a few interviews as well, and the camera's will be at the paddock this time, so prepare yourself. I recommend some sunglasses might prove useful." Viola informs me as we head out the door and into the car.

"I always have sunglasses with me, regardless of where I am, they just make me look a lot better." I assure her as she picks up her apple pencil and writes on her iPad.

"Ok, we should be there in about 15 minutes, not a long drive to the paddock which is good. Charles will be there a little later, claiming he has 'something to sort out' which was also his excuse the last 20 times." Viola half rants at me. As I peer onto her iPad seeing what she's so passionate in writing about.

"What's so important that you have to write on that thing everywhere you go?" I ask her and she looks up and zips her lips, not saying what she's writing about.