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୨⎯ "𝕆𝕟𝕖" ⎯୧

ℂ𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕒

"Catalína, if you want to come with me, hurry up!" My brother yelled.

"Yeah, give me a minute!"

Carlos was taking me to practice with him so I could meet his new teammate. After becoming best friends with Lando, I insisted that I should meet Charles.

"LÍNA HURRY",

"Dios mío," I muttered under my breath. "Bye guys. Carlos's got his panties in a bunch."

"Of course he does." Lando giggles.

"Of course you would know about his panties, Lando." Val teases.

"LISTEN HERE-" I hang up before I can hear the rest of their argument and grab my bag.

I ran down the stairs, making sure to grab Carlos' Ferrari jacket out of his room. He scowls at me seeing it draped over my shoulders when I reach the bottom of the steps.

"C'mon!" I smile at him, patting his arm on my way past.

"I'll beat your ass." He mumbles under his breath, getting into the car.

~

We got out of the car at the Ferrari training center. I glance around and notice It's bigger than the McLaren training center. There's a chill, I hug the jacket closer to myself.

Carlos leads me in through the large front doors. They lead to a big open room, with a desk in the center. I hate how modern it feels, there's no posters or photos. It feels so impersonal, yet what do you expect from a big team like Ferrari.

There is a lady sitting behind the desk. She looks up hearing the doors open, and smiles at us.

"Rupert and Charles are waiting by the track." She says sweetly.

Carlos thanks her and leads me down a hallway. We finally get to a door leading into the garage.

I can see two guys standing together talking with each other. Rupert and Charles, I assume. I had seen Charles already, from watching races of course. He looked different in person though, there was a certain charm about him.

He looked me up and down as Carlos and I walked toward them. I didn't think it could have gotten colder, I zipped up the jacket. As I looked up from the zipper, Charles was still staring at me. I smiled.

"Hey. Amigo." Carlos called. Charles immediately snapped out of it and looked over at him, mumbling a quick "Sorry".

"Catalína, this is Charles, my new teammate." Carlos said coldly.

I reached out to shake Charles' hand. "You can call me Lína." I say.

He takes my hand. "I like Catí better." He smiles smugly at me.

"That's a stupid nickname." I say, rolling my eyes.

I look over at Carlos, and he's already talking to Rupert. Guess I've got to make small talk with Charles.

"So...how long have you been racing?" I ask.

"Since 2019. How come you came with Carlos? Don't you have something better to do, like talk to your boyfriend or something." He replies rudely.

"Oh well excuse me! I actually came to meet you, but I can see that was a mistake. And I actually don't have a boyfriend." I shoot back.

He raises an eyebrow and grins. "Really? You came here for me?"

"Don't flatter yourself, I'm not into French guys"

His cheeks reddened, "I'm not French, I'm Monégasque."

"Please. What's the difference?"

Before he can immerse me in the "differences" of the two, Carlos cuts him off.

"I see you two are already getting along," Carlos laughs.

"Ugh as if." I say bitterly.

I spend the rest of the practice sitting in the back of the garage. I want to avoid Charles as much as possible.

~

"Well at least I won't have to worry about Charles trying to get in your pants." Carlos says in the car on the ride home.

"Ew! Carlos!"

"I'm serious! I love the guy, but it's like he's got a new girlfriend every other week."

"Carlos, I promise you, I will NEVER, and I mean NEVER, get with Charles." I assure him.

"Ok, good." He sighs.

~

I'm laying on my bed informing Lando and Val about what happened, when I get an instagram notification.

Charles Leclerc requested to follow you.

"Speak of the devil, guess who just tried to follow me on Insta." I snort.

"Who?" Lando questions.

"Lando you dumbass, OBVIOUSLY it was Charles," Val snaps. "God, sometimes sometimes I wonder how you're still alive"

"Ok guys I'm gonna go eat dinner." I say hanging up, wanting to avoid whatever is about to go down.

I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen and sit down at the counter. Carlos is just finishing up the pasta.

"Guess who requested to follow me." I say to him.

"Dime quien."

"Charles."

"Dios mío, don't you have a private account?" He asks, placing my plate in front of me.

"Sí," I respond. "He must have found it through stalking you or something."

"He has a girlfriend. Cabrón."

"Carlos it doesn't mean anything. He was probably just being friendly."

"That's what I'm worried about. He's going to end up getting too friendly with you." He growls.

"It'll be fine. If it makes you feel any better, then I won't accept his request." I reason with him.

"Yes, that would make me feel much better." He smiles. "The last thing I need is you dating my teammate."

I playfully punch his arm and he changes the subject to something more lighthearted.

I help Carlos clean up after dinner, then go up to my room and start getting ready for bed.

I look around at the half unpacked boxes laying on my floor. Carlos and I just moved in after he got transferred to Ferrari. I'll definitely have to take care of those boxes tomorrow. And I have to unpack the ones downstairs too. I better go to bed now then. I have a big day ahead of me.

I yawn as I crawl into bed and go to turn off my bedside lamp. The Instagram notification is still on my Lock Screen. I click on it.

I stare at it for a second before tapping accept.

What Carlos doesn't know won't hurt him.

~~~~~