heatwave | Charles Leclerc | re-writing

Chapter 3

Paris, October 2022 - Victoria Marino

I woke up to the loud sound of my alarm, wanting to sink my face on the pillow, get back to sleep and never wake up again. My eyes shot at the clock on my phone and I jumped from the bed as I realized I had plans with Charles. I double checked the time.

"Oh fuck," I cursed as I concluded that I only had fifteen minutes to get ready and go out with him.

I run to the bathroom, doing my best to look effortlessly beautiful. I obviously cared of what Charles was going to think when he looked at me. He was gorgeous and probably the dream of any girl in this earth. If God sent an angel straight from the heavens above, it would be him. He looked like a Greek God and I got nervous and shy just to think of being around him.

My phone vibrated on top of the sink, making my eyes stare at the screen, seeing Charles's name pop up in a bright white color.

I tapped the phone, answering the call.

"Hey," he begun. "Are you ready?"

"Hum, almost...," I strolled out of the bathroom, trying to fix my hair, "I just have to grab my bag and head out, I'll be right there."

I did my best to sound perfectly on control of the situation, but the truth was that I sounded like a dog panicking over his spilled food.

"Wait," he called, "do you have plans for the rest of the day?," he inquired.

"I do not," I ansered, picking up my bag from the floor, "like I said yesterday, I was planning to just stay at home and chill."

"Good," he assured me, "because now you're spending the day with me. And bring a towel or a blanket, don't question, just bring it," he ordered.

"Noted, Lord Perceval."

I thankfully heard him chuckling, which sent a shiver down my spine, "Did Carlos taught you that?."

"Maybe?," I laughed, imagining his face at the moment.

"I'm definetely going to kill him," I heard him saying with a playful tone. "Anyway, I'm outside and waiting for you."

I hung up and quickly ran through the appartment, trying not to go crazy. Spending a whole day with Charles was going to be fun, for sure, but that didn't eliminate the fact that his presence made me nervous from head to toe.

As I searched more and more for a big blanket, I started to panick. I couldn't be late, he was already waiting and it would be the perfect way to make him hate me.

Well, who doesn't hate me nowadays?

Then, I finally found a pretty big blanket and folded it under my arm, opened the door and ran down the stairs, tripping on the last steps and almost hitting my face on the door.

I opened the street door of the building like I was perfectly fine and nothing had happened, putting my sunglasses on and I glared at Charles, noting that he was laying against the wall on the side of the door, waiting for me. His arms were crossed over his chest, eyes staring down at me. He had a backpack on his back that looked pretty stuffed.

"Hi," I whispered, similing at him.

"Hi," he said more loud, pulling me for a hug.