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CHARLES LECLERC

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CHARLES LECLERC

I HADN'T HEARD those words leave théadora's mouth since we were 15 and i stole her last red sour patch kid. my feet remain planted on the spot as i watch as she storms off without calling after her.

'hey.' i hear before feeling a hand on my shoulder and a kiss on my cheek. 'ready to go?' kiara asks as i clear my throat, nodding.

'yeah, let's go.' i mutter, clearing my head before going to my driver room and taking my things before leaving. i wrap my arm around kiara's waist as we head out.

'charles!' i hear from behind me as i turn around, seeing carlos jogging up to us. 'what did you say to théa?'

i furrow my brows, looking at the spaniard in front of me. 'nothing, i only told her what kiara said.'

carlos' eyes flick to my girlfriend before scoffing. 'mi aspettavo di più da te.' he speaks as i look at him, confused, before i watch him walk away. (i expected more from you)

'what? what did he say?' kiara asks me, looking up at me as i shake my head, dismissing her.

'lets just go.' i murmur before we walk off, kiara glancing at carlos' back before putting her attention back on me.

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THÉADORA DUBOIS

'YOU SAID 'FUCK you' to him?' kika asks as i lay down on my hotel bed.

'yes.' i groan, earning a laugh from kika.

'so why are you so upset?'

'because i am. i don't know.' i shrug as kika sits up and looks at me with a small smile on her face. 'i care about him.'

'i know you do, but do you.. you know.. like him?' she asks, tilting her head at me.

'yeah, as a friend.' i speak as i sit up, looking at kika who shakes her head at me.

'no, you know what i mean.'

i pause. 'i don't know.' i mumble as i look down at my hands. 'maybe.'

'okay, it's either a yes or a no.'

'i don't know!' i groan, laying back down on the bed as kika sighs.

'ai, meu amor.' the brunette says softly as she wraps her arm around my shoulders, pulling me into a side hug. 'if you do like him, which, i know you do, you should tell him before it's too late.'

'what do you mean, too late?' i ask with a laugh. 'he's with kiara anyway, he's not interested.'

'but–'

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