My Girl➛Mick Schumacher

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

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Mick smiled proudly up at the podium as his fiance stood on the 2nd place podium with her trophy in hand, her eldest brother standing in 1st place and Lewis standing in 3rd place. She glanced down at him and smiled, the anxiety she felt dissipating a little as he blew a kiss her way.

Michael stood beside his son and winked in her direction, proud of both his son and Chanel for finishing in the points together. Corinna knew how utterly besotted he was with the girl, how his heart yearned for her no matter what, and she loved seeing her son so happy.

"Chanel, get a photo with Charles!" One of the photographers called but she shook her head, stepping down from the podium and walking away. Charles' eyebrows furrowed, as did Arthur, Pascale and Lorenzo's, each of the Leclerc family dumbfounded at her actions.

"Maman, leave her." Arthur pulls his mother back, not wanting her to go shout at Chanel.

Pascale watched Mick weave through the crowd to go find her, a scoff leaving the lips of the Monegasque woman who was furious with her daughter. Arthur turned his attention back to Charles and Pascale took it as a chance to slip away, storming her way through the crowd and towards the Red Bull hospitality.

"Mick, where is she?" Pascale questions as Michael and Corinna appear behind Chanel's mother.

"I-uh..." Mick goes to speak but the 4 of them hear something smash on the ground. Helmut's voice was bounding across the walls at the speed of sound, Chanel's voice cowering like a small child on a playground full of nasty bullies.

"What is happening in there?" Michael questions with concern, the Driver and the Director shouting at one another by this point. Something else smashed, the voices stopping abruptly which caused complete silence between the group. Chanel emerged from the hospitality with her trophy split in half, the wooden frame sharp against her hand.

"Don't you dare walk away from me!" Helmut shouts as he races after her.

"Y'know what, take this," Chanel shoves the trophy into his hand, "I don't care if you think the sun shines out of Max's ass, I'm not second best to anyone. I'm staying and I'm not backing down, whether you like it or not." She seethes, pushing him back a little before pushing past her family.

"Chanel Lilou Pascale Leclerc you do not walk away from your mother!" Pascale calls after her, the brunette stopping in her tracks.

"How dare you ignore your brother like that." She scolds, not expecting Chanel to start laughing.

"Seriously? Charles has been mad at me since I won at the beginning of the season, Maman. He's the one ignoring me, making sly remarks, taunting me in the paddock. Get your head out of his ass and open your eyes to the possibility that he's not god, maman, he's a bully."

Pascale stood completely dumbfounded as her daughter walked away from her, the girl walking towards the exit of the track with nothing but blood on her hand and anxiety clouding her mind. Arthur finally found his mother who looked as though she was about to explode, catching a glimpse of Chanel walking away from her.

"Maman, I told you to leave her!"

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The race in Austria was nothing but massive for Red Bull, it was their home town race and they had a record for winning here more often than not. Max had won here countless times, so when he crashed out of the Grand Prix with brake issues, the win fell on Chanel's shoulders. When Charles got hot on the behind of her car, she couldn't do anything to prevent the overtake no matter how hard she tried.