𝘽𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍, max verstappen

chapter five.

after leaving the hotel room, camila was now in the elevator, gym bag in hand. she needed to clear her head.

she had kissed max.

and it was wrong.

the ache in her chest swelled as the elevator doors opened to the lower floor, where the gym was located.

after making her way to the change rooms, camila made her way to the treadmill, putting her airpods in and playing some music.

the sound of the door opening could be heard over the song that was blasting in her ears. diverting her attention towards the figure entering the room.

waterbottle and gym bag in hand, charles leclerc made his way through the door.

"hey cami" he beamed, his charming smile appearing, soon before his face began to falter at the sight of her.

did she really look that distressed?

walking closer towards camila, charles questioned; "are you okay?" his eyes showing concern.

camila paused her current workout, now standing on the still treadmill.

"yeah" she breathed out "i'm okay"

that lump in her throat returned, she could feel her eyes beginning to gloss over again.

charles and camila grew up karting together, and both of them remained close to eachother since then.

charles always admired and liked camila, maybe a little too much, she was always there to comfort him when things were hard, especially after loosing jules and his father.

he felt as though they could read each other like an open book.

so naturally, charles knew something was wrong.

with his eyes still trained on camila's, he placed his bottle and bag to the side, and moved his hands towards her lower back, guiding her to sit down.

the tears camila had been trying desperately to hold back all came flooding from her eyes.

"camila" charles whispered, as his hands made their way around her, embracing her in a comforting hug.

but his hands on her skin didn't feel as comfortable as max's had. and she hated that.

her sobs continued, as charles continued to comfort the girl.

"do you think i'm doing something wrong this year?" camila questioned charles, her voice breaking.

"no, camila, you're a few points away from leading the championship, what are you talking about?" he responded, a slight bit of shock in his voice, charles could only wish he was having the same amount of success camila was having this year. and last year, and well basically their whole racing careers.

but racing wasn't the problem, and that's what charles thought she was upset about.

racing wasn't what she had gotten wrong this year.

she wanted to tell him, she wanted to tell someone.

charles was friends with max, although they had a few arguments when they were younger, the two of them both had a lot of respect for each other.

so camila considered telling charles her situation, he wouldn't tell anyone would he?

"it's not racing," camila sniffled, "it's a driver. i made a mistake and i can't forgive myself."

now charles was confused; "what do you mean?"

suddenly everything came out; like word vomit.

"toto and christian, at the beginning of the season." she sniffled again, "they made an arrangement between max and i, we've been having to share a room during race weekends" she began.