heatwave | Charles Leclerc | re-writing

Chapter 2

Paris, October 2022 - Victoria Marino

"VICTORIA," Kika screamed from the living room, jumpscaring me, which made me smudge my lipgloss, "GET YOUR FAT ASS OUT OF THE BATHROOM RIGHT NOW, WE ARE FUCKING LATE."

I squizzed my eyes, trying to fix what I had just made. "COULD YOU CALM THE FUCK DOWN BITCH? BECAUSE, LAST TIME I CHECKED, WE HAD TIME, IT'S A FUCKING CLUB, NOT A TRAIN," I yelled back at her.

I heard her steps through the appartment, "Yes, but there are people waiting for us, don't be a dick," she pulled me out of the bathroom.

"I'm ready," I stated, brushing down my red dress. "Do I look good?"

"You're always perfect, come on now."

The Le Cancan Pigalle - the club we were attending - was full to the top.

As we entered the club, I could feel all eyes on me. I knew I was famous, but the attention was not a thing that you get used to. It's a lot of pressure just knowing that everyone his eyeing you from head to toe, watching all your moves, trying to find the most insignificant mistake and turn it into a giant drama.

And the pressure didn't come from this people, this real people. It came from the people online, those who don't even have the balls to show their face to the world. They just want to criticize and spread hate no matter who it was. If stepped 1 inch out of the line, the whole internet wanted to see me dead. The hate that is inside of this awfull souls is menacing. The truth is that it takes a lot of mental strenght to understand that your live can not be dictated by haters. Your damned if you do, damned if you don't, so I'd rather do and fuck myself up than don't live at all because I was too afraid.

Those dark years are way done now.

We walked through the club until we found the table where they were all sitting at. There were some girls there too, familiar to me because of how hard I had stalked the boys the previous night, finding out that most of them were dating, except Charles.

"Hi guys," Pierre spoke up, waving his hand at them as he sat down, "we're finally here."

"Oh Lord," Lando rolled his eyes, "that was a whole new eternity."

"You should thank Vic for that," Kika tilted her head in my direction, "she spent two fucking hours just getting ready."

I gave her a death stare, to which she arched her brow as a quick answer.

"Tori," Carlos called me, a friendly smile on his lips, "this is Max and Kelly, Alex and Lily, Daniel and Heidi... This is Luisa, Lando's girlfriend," he explained.

"Hi," I waved shyly, "it's so nice to meet you all."

There was only one free chair around the table, and, of course, it was right next to Charles. One thing's for sure, it would at least be an interesting night.

"Hi beautiful," he held my hand as I sat down, leaving a kiss on top of it.

What the actual fuck is happenning? Men don't usually do this, but I'm assuming Charles Leclerc does.

"Hey. How are you?," I inquired, trying to act normal.

"I'm doing great," he got closer to my ear and whispered, "I loved the red dress, you should wear it more often."

I took a deep breath, my gaze glued to the table in front of us. I nodded slowly - flirting was not my best sport. "Are you liking to be in Paris?"

"Oui, but I prefer home, there's nothing like Monaco," he told, tilting his head. "Where city are you from?"