My driver | charlos

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WARNING: +18

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Charles pov:

We celebrated the third place, with the whole team,
the whole team except Carlos!

My eyes were looking for him all the time
I knew if I saw him The first thing I do is hug him

But he was not here
not here
Not in his office
Not in the garage
nowhere

His words were still repeating in my head
'I believe you'

I pressed my eyelids together Are all these sentences my imaginations and illusions?

Maby The voice I heard was not his voice And the whole time he didn't even come to see the match

No, he was there He wished me luck

I put my head in my hands and tried to calm my mind But just like last week
only was my mind restless Rather,

it would be more chaotic than before
And every time he made it worse
By doing things or saying things that I knew he does not mean

It's like he enjoys torturing me
" Charles?" I came to myself with Pierre's voice
" how are you?" he asked worriedly

I faked a smile
" I'm fine, why do you ask?" He nodded
" I came to invite you to the party tonight ,
are you coming ?"

I had no reason not to go
I needed a distraction from Carlos
So I accepted it easily
"Just send me the location,I will be there"
He smiled and ruffled his hair
" ok see you boy "
He said and made his way to the exit door

......

don't know why
but something strange keeps pulling me to my phone

I was constantly checking it
Sometimes I only looked at his name
It was like I was waiting to receive a message from him

I put on my white shirt and black pants And with an almost formal style prepared for the party

and now here I was glad I decided to come to the party

Because if I were to be alone in that room all night

I was definitely doing something I shouldn't have

With Seeing Pierre and the others, I walked towards them
" Hey man, you look like a piece of shit "
Pierre said with a laugh
I giggled,
"Believe me, I know" I said

"Seriously, what wrong?" I looked at him and poured myself another shot of vodka with Seeing a strong drink in my hands He raised an eyebrow

" Well, now I am sure that you have something in your mind"

" Trust me, everything is fine"
It wasn't, it wasn't really, I was here but I was looking for him with my eyes
I was looking for him all day
But I knew this was the last thing he cared about

And that made me drink more shots
Pierre took the bottle of vodka from me
" Charles, take it easy"
While trying to get my attention said

"ok ok" I could feel my cheeks getting hot And this showed the effect of the drink

I reached for the bottle and stared at him with puppy eyes
He nodded and poured some of it into my shot

I wrapped my fingers around the small glass and stared at it
why him?
Why between many people who are looking for a second of my attention,
Why I Want someone who hates me?
'hate me'

When I looked at His big brown eyes thay said something else at the dance floor

Remembering the night we spent in Monaco
A strange sadness squeezes my heart