all eyes on you - carlos sainz jr F1

10

fifteen minutes later I'm walking out of the bathroom grinning with a sense of defiance.

Sarah looks up at me and gasps. "What the fuck?" She asks and I smile.

"You're lucky it's summer, all I needed was lip balm and some blush. Plus, the slick back bun trend is doing me a massive favour." I say and Sarah groans.

"Now I have to give them both fifty bucks!" She groans and the two boys smile as they stand up from the couch.

"Time to go?" Charles asks and I nod as he opens the door for me. I smile at him as a thanks.

"So, you're French?" Charles asks as we leave the room, Lando and Sarah trailing behind arguing.

I nod, smiling. "Oui," I joke. "Born and raised mostly in small town Nîmes," I say, looking over at him. "Do you know where that is?" I ask and Charles nods.

"It's about three hours from Monaco, no?" He asks and I nod. "Why is your accent so little then?" He asks and I laugh at his wording.

"I spent a lot of time travelling to and from LA growing up for auditions and for recording records, all that stuff," I explain and Charles looks a little confused. "You know, musique et jeu d'acteur."

Charles nods, understanding it better in French.

We walk on in comfortable silence to the elevator at the end of the hall. "I hear you got into some trouble with Carlos," Charles says filling the void.

"Ah," I cough awkwardly. "You heard about that did you?" I ask as the elevator doors shut before Sarah can pack in with Lando.

Charles nods. "You should know, it's like this-" He starts but I cut him off.

"If Carlos wants to tell me something he can do that himself. I appreciate Charles but, it's fine. It's not like I'm going to spend time with him again ever after this tour." I say, staring straight at the elevator doors, praying for them to open faster.

Charles nods and we stay silent for the remainder of the elevator trip.

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Georgiana meets us at the doors as we wait for Lando and Sarah to arrive. Her iron grip is still holding her iPad. "Right! Cami, you're going to ride with Charles. Sarah is going with Lando." She looks up to look at Charles. "You did bring a two-seater right?" She grinds out and Charles nods.

She turns the iPad off and looks at me. "Perfect! Feel free to leave whenever you want. I'll wait for Sarah and Lando and send them on after you two and we can reconvene at the track." She says as she watches the second elevator change levels on the screen.

I clap my hands together and turn to Charles. "Reckon there are any paps?" I ask and he sighs.

George hears me and turns around with a smile. "There will be, I called them myself." She says wickedly.

Charles and I groan in unison. "George! You're taking the" I cut myself off before I swear and let out a frustrated hmph instead before turning around to go to the valet at the door. Charles's is close behind me.

The valet pulls up in front of the hotel in one of the flashiest cars I have ever seen. I let out a low whistle as the valet handed the keys to Charles. "This is your car?" I ask, in awe as I look at the small 16 CL on the side of the door.

Charles smiles with a small shrug. "Pretty much, it's from Ferrari." He says and I gape.

"Fuck me, maybe I should become an F1 driver," I mutter as I clamber in the car as the Paparazis begin to corner us, I try to ignore the questions and flashes as I shut the door.

I can hear them shouting still as the valet is forcing them to move.

"Camille, is it true that you slept with Charles?"
"Cami! Over here! Weren't you seen with Carlos yesterday? Was one Ferrari driver not enough?"
"Charles, what about Alex?"
"Are you two just friends?"

I let out a shudder as we pulled away, grateful for the tinted windows. "Paparazis are lowlifes," I murmur.

Charles murmurs a yes in agreement as we pull out of the hotel. 

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On the way to the track Charles and I sit in silence for the rest of the ride. It becomes so tense I turn the radio on. I flick unmute and a song starts halfway through playing, letting me know that it was most likely playing in the background. 

I recognise the song, 'The Adults Are Talking' by The Strokes. 

I smile at him and he looks almost embarrassed. "This is a good song, Charles!" I shout as I turn the music up so loud that it's vibrating the car. I laugh as I sing along to the lyrics. 

Don't go there 'cause you'll never return

I know you think of me when you think of her

But then it don't make sense when you're tryin' hard

To do the right thing but without recompense

Charles laughs at me as I sing along. "You have a very nice voice." He says and I smile. 

When the song ends I sit in a feeling of blissful happiness, I recognise the next song as soon as it starts playing. 

I gape at Charles as I turn to him. "This is my song?" I ask astonished. 

Now Charles has gone red and I laugh. "You have a very nice voice." He mutters and I snort but sing along. 

We reached the track in no time singing along to Charle's hype playlist, to which I knew every single song. 

Charles climbs out of the car as I clamber around to try and find my phone which I had dropped at some point to shove it in my handbag. I reach for the door but Charles beats me to it and opens it for me. 

I smile at him. "Merci beaucoup monsieur." 

He smiles and shakes his head. "You have little American accent in French." He says, almost sounding astonished. 

I shrug. "My parents call me constantly, and when I can I talk to George in French too. It helps me keep in contact with my roots." I say and he nods. 

As we walk to the paddock there are even more paps waiting and I force a smile as I block out their questions. 

We both scan the lanyards we've been giving and I watch as it flickers green and an ugly photo of me displays. 

I walk through the gate and turn to Charles. "What was that photo? I look horrific." I say and Charles laughs. 

"It's like this, they pick random ones, Albon's was a photo where they cut his sisters out of the picture for a while. You get used to it." He says and I shudder at the thought of seeing the photo again. 

We keep a conversation going until Charles's name is called from behind us and we both turn to see Carlos running towards us. His face brightens when he sees me, but as soon as I realise who it is I keep walking. 

"I'm going to go to the McLaren garage and wait for Sarah. I'll see you there." I murmur and walk off at a pace that is impressive in the heels I'm wearing. 

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