Pole position // Charles Leclerc

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Mias POV:
I made it to the Ferrari garage just in time for the race to start. His lead mechanic looked at me with narrowed eyes, pointing to my cheek. I gave him the 'Don't tell anyone.' Face, and he nodded, turning his attention back to the race.

I picked up a headset and flicked it on, pulling the microphone down and listening to what was currently being said.

'Is she there yet? I've just gone past Lando and I can see Pierre pushing him in my mirrors.' I heard Charles say.

My heart was pounding. I knew that Pierre wasn't going to go out without a bang but this really could be life or death.

'I'm here.'

'Thank god. I hate starting without you. Are you okay? You sound off.' He panicked.

'I'm fine, please don't focus on me, you're second right now Charles you're doing great.' I assured him.

'Keep talking, your voice is calming me down.' He mumbled.

'Why are you so worried?'

'Because I cannot focus with this fucking idiot. He's two cars behind me but I can't stop checking my mirrors. He's not driving right at all. Just wait until we're off of this track.' He ranted to himself.

'Charles, we'll have to switch off your radio if you don't stop.' Someone warned him.

'What's going on? Pierre is literally going to kill someone.' Charles snapped.

'We're working on it, Charles. Well let you know when we've got an answer.' Someone replied for me, trying to keep it as vague as possible for the fans listening in.

It was silent for another half hour before I heard shouting coming from the mechanic's box, i took my headphones off and headed outside to see absolute chaos in the pit late.

'What the fuck is he doing?' I asked anyone that would listen to me, Lewis's car pushed into the side of the wall, Pierre behind him, clearly guilty as anything.

'He didn't stick to the speed regulations coming into the pit, caught up to Lewis outside of our garage and pushed him into the wall going about 100mph.' A man I knew to be Mike, one of Carlos's mechanics explained.

'Is Lewis okay?' I asked, looking at the crushed car.

'He's out already, was dragged back to his garage a second ago. They'll have to call off the race though, nobody can get in and out of the pits.' He responded.

'How are they bringing our cars in with this fucking idiot outside?' I mumbled.

'They'll head into the McLaren Garage. They're on the way now.' He explained.

I ran as fast as I possibly could, my body still aching from the car crash about a week ago, but wanting to get to Charles before anyone else could.

He was seemingly calm, chucking his headset down on the table and walking towards me, pulling me into the biggest hug, sighing heavily when he felt me in his arms.

'He has something to do with this, doesn't he?' He asked, running his fingers over my cheek.

'Charles he's gone forever.' I assured him.

'Why Lewis? Why not me, or Danny?' He asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to figure the whole thing out.

That was the question. Why had he gone after Lewis? He could've crashed into anyone. It's because if it wasn't for him he'd still have his seat. Lewis knew everyone and he knew how to do everything. He figured out that he had caused the crash, and edited the photos.