CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT | Charles Leclerc

Chapter 9

Charles' pov

My eyes spent the entire night following her around. I've only just met her, but somehow I'm entirely mesmerised by her entire being. The way her dress sits perfectly on her body and how her hair flows effortlessly down her back. Her smile, I could just stare at it for hours. At her.

"Someone's really obsessed" Pierre knocked me out of my daydream.

I looked back at him, unimpressed. "I am not. But she is pretty."

"No shit mate, do you like her?"

"I don't know. I think, maybe... I only just met her. I don't think she'd like me"

"Mate every girl seems to love you I think she probably would."

"But this is different!" I respond defeatedly "I think I actually like her!"

Pierre scoffed and patted me on the back, slightly patronisingly, although I think it was meant reassuringly.

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Somehow I found my gaze laying upon her again. It was as if her and my eyes were magnets attracting to one another. Although this time, I saw a person hold her around her waist. They looked masculine - tall and mysterious but I couldn't work out and features. He moved their hips in unison. She looked happy.

Was I jealous?

I could feel my jaw tensing and my eyebrows furrowing at the sight. Anger was building in my body, I almost felt like I could explode. Why wasn't that me? Who is he and why is she so content with it?

I don't know how long I was staring at her but I thinks he may have sensed it. She turned around in our direction looking confused. I quickly looked away in attempt to not get caught out so I'm don't know if she was actually looking towards me. I honestly hope she was though.

By the time I looked back she'd disappeared and Kika had seemed to as well.

"Do you know where they went?" I asked Pierre, who looked confused at first, but grasped who i was talking about eventually.

"No, girls do this all the time mate. They just disappear into the toilet for a bit. Nothing to worry about." Pierre replied

He was right, girls always do this. I couldn't count the amount of times I've gone out with girls and they just disappeared for a bit. But still I was worried. I cared where she was, I think I cared about her.

I wondered if she cares about me...

-Authors Note-
Sorry for such a short chapter! Its just a quick glance at Charles' pov in the situation but I hope you enjoyed it anyway!!
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