The secrets we keep ~ c.l

Chapter 9 - Sofia's pov

The two weeks in between races have been horrible. We didn't leave the Middle East, because the next race was going to be the Saudi Arabia GP.

Ferrari had this amazing plan to rent all three of their drivers a house, so for those two weeks we could train together. Fucking brilliant.

When I initially heard that, I thought I was going insane.

The first few days actually weren't that bad, as I was still riding off the high of scoring my first points, in my very first F1 race. The feeling lifted me up and I swear that I've never been as happy.

But that was only the beginning. It would take much more than that to convince Ferrari that I am the better driver, but I was not stopping.

As indicated by my contract, Charles will drive the next race. It obviously sucked having to watch it from the sidelines when I would much rather be in the car, but it had to be this way. If I succeed more in the future, they might let me drive more races, and I was focused on doing exactly that.

Charles still hasn't broken his cold, heartless act, ever since the race, and I have to give him that, it has been a while.

He had no problem talking to Carlos or any other member of the team, but as soon as I try to enter a conversation, or someone mentions my name, his mask is back on.

It's probably hypocritical of me to say that it's annoying, because I sometimes do the same thing. But I've been trying my best to tolerate him. He's just being childish.

Everything was a competition now. Either how faster can one run, where he would usually beat me, but I took it back in long distance runs. I would beat him in balance and focus exercises, and he would beat me in weightlifting.

Apparently holding eye contact was also a competition. We were both too proud to break it. If one did, however, it was a win for the other. It's safe to say that I had more wins than he did.

It pains me to admit it, but I was excited whenever he would look at me. I was waiting every day for this battle. If he kept looking at me, I knew that I was still a threat to him, which was good, but his gaze made something spark in my abdomen. I tried to ignore it, obviously, but the more he looked at me, the harder it got.

It was addicting, and I hated myself for it.

We were just relaxing by the pool, when Elena came over and told us that we need to get ready because we have to film a few Instagram videos.

Even though I didn't want to leave the hot sun, I knew that I should probably listen. I would rather not find out what will happen if I don't listen to her.

I got to my room and started getting ready. Once I put on some make-up, and since my hair was a mess, I decided to put it in a ponytail.

I took my swimsuit off and put on proper clothes, but as I was rummaging through my suitcase, I could not find any Ferrari merch.

I cursed myself for being so stupid and put all my clothes to wash last night, and they were still damp. All I had left was white and black tops and that would not suffice.

I paced around the room, trying to come up with a solution, when suddenly the doors opened.

"Elena wants you out in five, don't be la-" I heard Charles say as he opened the door. I turned around to face him and I grabbed the first top to try and cover myself up, as I was only in my shorts and bra.

He stopped in his tracks and was now staring at me, his eyes trailing all over me. No words or sound escaped my lips, I could only stare back at him.

He cleared his throat and averted his eyes, but I could just faintly see his cheeks turn red.