I wake up, a girl's leg strewn across my chest. She stirs as I push her off me and I crack my neck as I stand to find my clothes that are across the floor. I tip-toe around the room collecting my items and putting my clothes on.
"You're leaving?" She asks a girl whose name I don't even remember.
"Yes," I say before putting my shirt on and leaving the room.
"The code for the door is 5555." She calls and I roll my eyes but keep walking. The living room I cross through is a mess, but I ignore it.
I pull out my phone and see I have many missed notifications from Charles and Cami. Cami had sent me on text in which her spelling looked like slurring.
Cami l 3:30am ur sucuh s dicl. i wad watinbing for u alllll nighttttt.
I can barely understand what she means. But I decided it's probably best to leave her on read after what happened.
Charl l 4:15am cami and i kisssedf. im sorryu donty be made.
I shake my head and just decide to leave them on read. At least the headache of this entire mess would be over soon. It would all be cleared up when Amanda and George got a hold of it.
I text my driver the address of where I had found myself, roughly twenty minutes from my apartment and wait for him to arrive.
I open Twitter as a reflex, I have a burner account that shows exclusively F1 Twitter. I'm greeted with comments and thoughts about last weekend's race until I see a Twitter thread of the kiss at the party.
CARLOS'S BURNER ACCOUNT TWITTER
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My chest hurts as I read everyone agreeing with it. I go to Charles's Instagram and see he has liked Cami's last twenty-five posts consecutively.
I keep refreshing my page and see Charles has posted a story. Without even thinking I click on it.
CHARLES' INSTAGRAM STORY
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I get the notification that Cami has also posted on her story and I can barely keep my hands from shaking as I look at it.
CAMI'S INSTAGRAM STORY
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Instantly I feel like I've been punched in the stomach or kicked in the teeth.
When my driver arrives with a car I get in the backseat, which is different from the usual way that I clamber in. He says nothing and neither do I.
When a tear wells in my eyes I force myself to wipe it away before I can understand what it means.
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CAMI POV
"Done," I say posting my own story. "This is called soft launching by the way," I say looking up at Charles as I turn my phone off.
"Either way, you're good at looking after this for me." He says and I smile.
"Merci!" I say smiling and he laughs.
"I don't understand how you sound so American when you're talking but also so French! It's so impressive." He says and I smile as he stands up dusting his hands off on his shorts. "The paps should be here soon."
I fix my hair and bikini placement. "Okay, well I'm ready."
I hear the familiar yelling and snapping of camera lenses and smile a little. "Okay lean down and pretend you're talking to me, don't look at them yet," I whisper and he smiles as he leans down.
"Your eyes are very brown." He says in French, almost in a whisper and I laugh. I can't help it, the way he says it is so cute. Like in a puppy way, not in a Mr Big way.
"Okay now look at me very intently like we're about to kiss," I whisper back and he smiles, his eyes not moving from mine.
"What does intently mean?" He says and I laugh, a real hard loud snort.
He starts laughing too, resting his head on my shoulder as he still leans down to balance himself. "I'm going to point out the papz now okay, then you're going to move away quickly and I'm going to roll to my stomach," I say and he nods ever so little.
I look up, pretending to look at the view and then fake a gasp as I point at the cameras and Charles does as instructed and walks away, almost slipping at the speed he does to get to the wheel. I spun onto my stomach and gave the paparazzi a middle finger, something that I'm well known for.
Charles moves the boat around immediately and we go out to sea. I stand up laugh triumphantly and plant a kiss on his cheek. "Good job! That was perfect!"
He smirks. "We did that." He says and I laugh.
"Where did you learn that?" I ask, still snorting.
He looks embarrassed, his ears flushed. "I heard you say it to Sarah and Sarah says it all the time." He mutters.
I'm still laughing as we go further into the harbour.
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short but idc. hope yall love xx plot is splitting fr
