Charles's heart thumps through his chest. If he can secure this win, he'll be first in the championship. He'll have a shot at achieving his lifetime dream. Anticipation overwhelms him before he manages to divert his focus and attention back to the race.
Come on, come on, only one last turn left.
He catches a glimpse of red pulling up to him.
An exact replay of Bahrain.
Except this time, Charles won't let him win.
He makes his turn when he feels an aggressive impact hit his car.
His head aches and throbs, his whole body absorbing the shock.
Carlos crashed into him.
"FUCKK"
Only seconds away from winning.
Charles was on his way to his second win of the season and had now thrown it all away.
His teammate had lost control of his car and sent both of them flying into the gravel.
His hands stayed on the steering wheel, unable to let go.
"Charles are you okay"
"Yes I am"
As a matter of fact, he is far from fine.
He feels incredibly bitter.
How could Carlos so royally fuck up?
What the fuck was he thinking?
Better question, was he even thinking?
Finally, he steps out and so does Carlos.
The last person he wants to see now.
He knows he'll have to face media soon, might as well get it done and over with.
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He hadn't seen Carlos from after the race and wanted to keep it like that.
Just to his luck though, they had been invited to a party in Miami which was only a week away.
And knowing his friends (Pierre) they would somehow find a way to get him to go.
Whether by choice, or brute force.
So there goes his shot at avoiding Carlos.
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