Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ Pᴜʙʟɪᴄɪᴛʏ | english

Chapter 6

I could still remember everything that had happened that evening, but the fact that I had ended up on the floor instead of the sofa was also the highlight of yesterday. I also had a bruise on my foot for that, which unfortunately couldn't be overlooked.

Clari found this extremely funny the next day and absolutely had to take a photo of me proudly showing off my bruise. To my dismay, she posted this picture on her Instastory with the caption "Sofa 1, Eliza 0." Many actually found it funny too and asked if everything was okay, to which I reposted the story and created a post with a thumbs up and the sentence "I might have gotten a bit too worked up." The next day, I sat in a café with Clari and Carmen, reminiscing about the evening.

"I actually only remember how El wanted to sit down and then crashed to the floor. I really don't know anything else," Clari admitted before we both laughed. "Why can you only ever remember things like that?," I asked myself, while Carmen watched the whole thing with a smile. "I'm also interested in how that came about. You mentioned in your story that you got too worked up. "Was it about Jason?," she asked me, and I shook my head.

"No, but about someone completely different," the redhead grinned, and I rolled my eyes. "Just say it," I said, knowing what Clari wanted to say. "He is 1.76 cm tall, has brown curls, is a British racing driver, and drives for McLaren," she laughed, and Carmen looked at me in stunned. So I told what had happened in the club.

"I don't know what's been going on with the boy since last year, but otherwise he's never like this. It all actually started with Margui," Carmen said, and I nodded. "It wasn't nice anyway. Above all, he has seen that we all understand each other.  Well, except for Alex, but I think she still needs to warm up," Clari said, and I looked at her in confusion.

"Charles stared at you a bit too long, but he always does that, which is why she made that silly comment at the event. But other than that, she's really very nice," Carmen said, and I could only shake my head. "Are you actually coming to the tennis match in two days?," Carmen asked us, and I shook my head. "I have an arrangement with Mick, so yes, I wanted to ask you anyway, El, there's still one spot available and having another female support wouldn't be bad," she admitted, and I sighed. "You know as well as I do that I have nothing to do with tennis, right?," I asked the girl, and she nodded. "We don't either, but it would be cool if you came along. You're still staying for a week, right?," Carmen asked, and I thought about it. "Yes, and okay, I'll come along, but only because it's you," I said, and Clari was really happy.

So it happened that we were now sitting in the small stadium of Monte Carlo, waiting for the game to begin. "Did you all actually agreed?," George asked as he approached us with Carmen. So they also had the seats next to us. We women looked at each other in confusion, but we had to laugh when we saw what we were wearing. We all wore loose white tops that were off the shoulders. I paired mine with silly pants, Clari wore green ones, and Carmen had brown ones. For that, we all wore a cap from today's game on our heads.

"Actually not, but we just have style," laughed Clari, and I looked at my phone. There were photos of me everywhere, whether with the Schuhmachers in the boutique, with Kelly and Max, or at the event with the others. I could be glad that I hadn't been seen with Norris, after all, that wouldn't have ended well. "Clari, I think we need to explain where we know each other from. Some are already asking where I know the drivers from," I said to her, and my best friend nodded.

My follower count had raised again overnight. Mainly, it was just the drivers and their girlfriends that I knew, along with a few fans, who took notice, but it wasn't that big of a deal.
I continued to stare at my phone when I noticed someone sitting down next to me. I paid no attention to him, but it was only when George said something that I took notice.