Sunday
Isa's POV
I thought the photographer situation was bad before, but I was wrong. Today it's much, much worse.
They've officially been deemed paparazzi, at least a hundred of them waiting at the entrance with their big cameras and obnoxious flashes.
They are all waiting for me.
Sunglasses pulled over my eyes, a pounding headache haunting me from the events of last night, I walk up to the entrance.
Shouting begins the second they see me.
I don't remember much about last night.
But I remember everything from that god awful bathroom plainly and way too visibly. From my embarrassing sob in Leclerc's arms, to the things people say online about me, I'm sure this day will be horrendous.
But the worst of it is of course the rumors.
"Isa are you dating Leclerc?!"
There they are.
I ignore the flashes from their cameras and the accusations from their mouths.
"Isa who are you taking to the award ceremony tomorrow?!"
Hopefully not Leclerc, if you'll be there.
In an incredible walking pace I manage to get away safely, finally being able to breathe, when there isn't constantly a camera being shoved up in my face.
Today is simply about survival.
And seeing Leclerc and my brother practically kill each other on the track, of course.
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"With a bruised face, rumors against him, and a rogue Max Verstappen hunting him down, Charles Leclerc wins the Australian Grand Prix!!"
I smile at the TV screen.
He fucking did it, again.
Leclerc's leading the championship now. Max is only 10 points behind, but Leclerc finally has a chance.
He can finally get that world champion trophy.
Richard takes my hand, knowing damn well as both my boss and friend, that I need to see that podium celebration.
Pulling me through the crowd of ecstatic Australian fans, Piastri finishing second, Richard secures me a spot in the front row.
Leclerc pulls into the number 1 spot. His red Ferrari shines in the sunlight. My heart beats frantically. God, he won the bet.
Fuck.
The brunette boy steps out of the car, a wide smile appearing as he pulls of his helmet. Sweaty and excited, Leclerc runs over to his mechanics.
They celebrate together, hugging him all at once as they chant his name. He looks so unbelievably cute, when he's this happy.
Then his gaze turns.
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The bet | Charles Leclerc
Fanfiction"I don't care how complicated this gets, I still want you." In which Charles Leclerc, falls for Max Verstappen's little sister, Isa Verstappen, who's currently the talk of the paddock. Follow Isa through her journey as an aspiring F1 Journalist, an...
