Sex Scandal {Charles Leclerc}

bickering

Welcome to chapter 5? I think?

This is a chill one, giving very much miscommunication resolving. Also Max is in it, so I'm happy. He'll play a bit more of an important roll from now on (but dw, the Fanfic is still about Leclerc).

Anyways, no TW's for this one.

Oh nvm, TW: FRENCH (translation in the comments)

Bye!

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Australia, Charles thought with excitement as he stepped on to the private jet, that should take them to a whole new continent. After a rather disappointing race in Saudi Arabia, the Ferrari driver was ready to improve. Australia was a fine race and the fans over there were great, much more accepting than well, whatever Charles had experienced so far. With a bit of luck, even Kyra would be able to relax a bit this weekend.

Charles turned his head over to his bodyguard to find her sitting in a seat that was as far away from him as possible, clenching on to the linen cushions as if her life depended on it. It was confusing. She was confusing.

One minute they were joking around together post race, enjoying the celebrations and having fun with the other drivers and then the next she was like this. Reserved, distant and professional. She didn't even look at him the same way. In face she barely ever looked him in the eyes lately. Something had changed after the Saudi Arabia race.

Before he'd climbed into the car, Kyra had wished him well and even hugged him quickly, but then post race It was like they'd exchanged her for a robot. She was the exact same way she'd been when Charles had met her, but this time he didn't seem to be able to make any progress with her. It had been two weeks since Saudi Arabia and they had been to plenty team events, PR shoots, photo shoots, but every time Charles tried to joke with her or even just have a normal conversation with her, it was like talking to a brick wall.

The only thing Charles could explain this with was that something must have happened with her while he was gone. The problem was that Charles had no idea what and it was unbelievably frustrating. He thought about confronting her all the time, just ask her what the fuck was going on.
Right here in the plane would be perfect, she couldn't go run anywhere in case that would be her avoidance strategy. Charles was already standing up, when someone asked, »Hey, where are you going?«

Oh! Charles had totally forgotten that he and Kyra weren't the only people on the plane. He'd invited Pierre and Arthur along with him, since Pierre wasn't driving for a team that was known for it's insane wealth like Ferrari, so he didn't have his own private jet to take but instead they had a team-jet (which could get pretty loud at times) and Arthur was... well, he was Arthur.

»Uh, no where.« Charles sat back down, unable to not glance over at Kyra.

Pierre didn't fail to notice his friends looks. Actually he hadn't been able to ignore any of them. Charles was basically radiating some weird energy and it was clearly caused by the pretty girl sitting behind them. »Elle est très jolie, n'est-ce pas?«

Smart, Charles thought as he turned to his friend with a smile. Kyra couldn't understand them if they talked in French, so he could finally let out some of his frustration about her.

»Oui, elle l'est, mais elle est tellement imprévisible!« Charles groaned, earning himself a questioning look from Pierre. So he went on to explain, »Jusqu'à la course de la semaine dernière, elle était tout à fait normale, tout allait bien. C'était comme si nous étions amies et maintenant...«