Wrong number

6) argument

*real life*
At the paddock

Charles was getting out of his car furious. Max had crashed into him in the middle of qualifying so he would start p20. Max would start p19 but obviously he had to be one step ahead again. He saw the Dutchman get out of his car on the other side of the crash site. He walked up to him.

"- Verstappen! What the fuck is wrong with you!? Can't you fucking drive? That's not really a mistake a champion would do.

- Oh shut up Leclerc, he said as furious. Not here. Not in the middle of the track.

- Oh no. Why? Are you scared that you father will see you and yell at you again, he said with a  a fake pityful face.

- You better shut the fuck up im not scared of you and neither of him. I'm not a child anymore.

- Well you should! And he should be mad his dumbass son made such a stupid mistake!

- Oh yeah!? he answered approaching him with his fist ready to punch.

- I thought you said not here, Charles said with a grin.

- I swear to god you're doing this on purpose Leclerc.

- What do you mean? Charles answered faking being clueless."

He got even closer than they already were and he tension was rising at an alarming rate. Their faces weren't even at inches apart anymore. They both looked into their eyes breathing heavily until they were separated by marshals. They looked badly at the other.

Once back at the paddock Charles went to the Alpine garage to talk to his best friend. He waited for him to come and talk.

"- Hey salut mon pote, Pierre waved at him. Ça va sinon? J'ai vu le crash sur les tv. Hey hi my friend. Are still you ok? I saw the crash on the tv.

- Non putain! J'en ai marre de lui. C'était de sa faute et il a osé m'accuser en plus. No fucking shit! I'm done with him. It was his fault and he dared to accuse me.

- Quoi mais pourquoi? What but why?

- Je ne sais pas! En plus c'était son erreur à lui et ça m'a coûté mes qualifs. Et devine qui est p19 et p20? I don't know! In addition it was his mistake and it cost me my qualifying. And guess who is p19 and p20?

- Lui p19 j'imagine... Him p19 I guess...

- Oui! Il doit toujours être en avant de moi ce connard. Yes! He always has to be on step ahead this stupid bastard.

- Ouais je sais ça doit être frustrant, said to confort him. Et c'est lui non qui a freiné trop tard? Yeah I know it must be frustrating. And it's him right who braked too late?

- Oui! I can't with him anymore. Hey I think you need to go. Yes!

- Oh yeah. See you later? Pierre said to him smiling.

- Yeah."

Charles got back to his garage and went from behind the motor homes to avoid cameras and journalists. He passed by the McLaren team and then the Redbull one. He was trying to mind his own business when his rival approached him. Charles sped up a bit to really try and avoir conflict. But the Dutchman had decided otherwise. He tapped the monégasque's shoulder.
Charles attempted to go away but the other's grip was too strong. He pushed him away but he grabbed him again.