Curve of fate - Charles Leclerc X Male Reader [CURRENTLY EDITING]

Chapter 2

I stand there with my helmet in my hand, I try to compose myself however it's to no avail.

'WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, WHAT KIND OF FUCKING STUPID ARE YOU?' He stands there just looking at me, I can tell he's trying to gather the words to say, and when I begin to walk away he blurts out, 'You know it takes 2 to cause a collision', that makes me stop in my tracks.

'Are you saying it's my fault as well?' - I spit these words out with such an interrogative and chastising tone.

'You know I knew you had a big ego before I moved to Formula 1 but I never knew it was that big' he looks at me frowning 'I -' before he can finish I cut him off 'you know what save whatever you have to say, I'm reporting the incident'.

I walk out and head towards the podium and take my place, I look at to the crowd in awe of what has just happened and whilst I still have anger pulsating through my veins I forge a smile, I see my mum in the crowd and I smile, knowing that without her I wouldn't be here today. As the national anthem of (Your country) plays I can't help but notice Charles death starting me from the corner of my eye, as we burst open the champagne I turn the spray of champagne towards Max and the crowd completely blanking Charles, I know I appear to be a petty bitch but that man almost ruined my first F1 race.

As the podium ceremony comes to a close, I take a stand next to the F1 reporter Will Buxton, it's always been clear that I hate anything related to PR. Growing up around the likes of Kimi Räikkönen, I have only heard about how invasive and irritating the media is. When Will starts to question me, the dialogue from me is as blunt as possible.

Will: So Y/N how does it feel to be a Grand Prix winner?

Y/N: It feels good as expected.

Will: Of course, now the incident between you and Charles what's your take on that? Obviously we heard your radio message a bit now you have had time to cool down. What's your opinion now?

Y/N: Well it was his fault, he came close to me, I moved away and he continued to move closer, it was a reckless move from him in my opinion and someone with his experience should know better.

Will: So is it safe to say that there is already a rivalry between you and Charles?

Y/N: Well it's racing, there's rivalry between every driver, so it's a stupid question, and I have had enough now so have a good day.

Will: Thank you Y/N

As I walk off my media manager Luca, looks at me and says 'you know these interviews aren't just for the media, they can be a source of self reflection and plus the ruder you are to the reporters the harder my job is', I sigh and say 'Well I can't stand them, they are all dicks'.

After the debate about whether or not I should be nice to the media I go and see the stewards with my engineer and a few other people to report the incident for further review because apparently after the first investigation the FIA determined that it was simply a 'racing incident'. Which is probably one of the biggest lies I have ever heard in my time racing in F1 - which granted hasn't been that long but still my point stands.

A few hours later I receive an email stating:

'Dear Y/N,

We thank you for your email. We do apologise that this incident was not properly investigated during the initial investigation.

After an extensive investigation we have reached a conclusion that Charles Leclerc did display reckless behaviour and we have imposed the following sanctions for such behaviour.

Charles has been handed a 10 second time penalty - which as he finished the race before the penalty could be served he will now receive a 3 place grid penalty at the next Grand Prix

Additionally, the competitor (Scuderia Ferrari) will have to pay for the damage caused.

As soon as I finish reading the email I hear a deafening knock on my door as I open it Charles storms in 'WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, YOU REPORTED ME', I can tell he was angry and upset 'Well as you implied that it was both of our faults, I thought I would request an investigation to prove that is was you and not me' I say with a defensive tone. 'Do you have any idea what you have done? Do you know how bad you have made me look over a simple racing incident'

'I'm sorry but you pissed me off' I say 'now about that €10,000 I can take cash, card transfer or cheque' I say genuinely he looks up from the bed he was sitting on 'please tell me you are joking' he asks whilst scoffing in disbelief I had the audacity, I maintain eye contact emphasising my seriousness he stands up and walks out whilst saying 'you're a joke'.

At that moment I did feel regret, and empathy, but I then received a text from Luca, my media manager, informing me that I have a team meeting.

I get changed out of my shorts and T-shirt and put on a Mercedes team T shirt and a pair of black jeans and head to the garage. I arrive to see Toto and George talking and I approach them,
'hey Y/N', George says jovially, Toto gestures that we head to the conference room as we sit down he begins taking:

'That was a great first race result with P1 from Y/N and P4 from George. I want to be very brief, I want to welcome Y/N formally to the team with everyone here. He made us incredibly proud today. Of course there was an incident between him and Charles which has since been dealt with appropriately. However I would like to take this time to emphasise that when you two drive it must be clinical and safe. '

The meeting goes on for another hour before it ends. For the rest of the day me and George are doing training. George is doing physical training whilst I am doing pit training to get faster.

When I receive a text from Max - who I can't lie I find it quite hard to like with his egotistical mind set that just makes him have a total disregard for everyone else. He informs me that there is a party to celebrate the first race of the season and I am invited.

As I finish reading the text, I decide to head to my hotel and have a shower and get changed and watch a TV show as I wait for it to be 9.

Whilst I wait, I decide to see what the world of social media has to say about my debut and all the comments and videos are about how harsh I was towards Charles and how the way I spoke to him in the cool down room was unacceptable, but I think these people fail to forget my first ever Formula One race was nearly destroyed by his pure idiocy.

When it reaches 9 I head to the lobby and see all the drivers including Charles, and I whisper to myself, ' this could be the night I start drinking'.