𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚, maisie/charles

❝ another version of me, i was in it. ❞
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Maisie

"I don't need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me the fuck off!" I hurl into my radio to Cecilee.

"That was fair driving, Maisie." My supposed engineer defends my opponent.

"Who fricking cares? You're on my team. Be by my side!" I argue before taking a harsh left to not crash into the wall.

"Not if you're in the wrong!" She argues back. I know she's right, but I'm not going to admit that. I never admit when I'm wrong. I don't care. I'm too stubborn to admit it.

"Switch with Marcus. I don't want you anymore." I mock — Marcus is the other race engineer of the team, George's engineer.

I spot a car in front of me and stop arguing. I'm in the middle of a goddamn race. I shouldn't just be a hundred percent focused, I should be a hundred and ten percent focused. "Who's in front of me and what's the gap?" I ask, getting back on subject.

"Ask Marcus." Oh okay. She just burned me. But I'm still gonna overtake them without Cecilee's help.

"Fine. Watch me." I speak. I focus on the road and remember DRS zone is coming in a second, great opportunity.

The second I make the turn into that DRS permitted zone, I turn it on and fucking pass whoever was in that McLaren because I'm more than sure there's less than a second between us. Sometimes, I can't make out cars on the track while racing. "Boom! Am I amazing am or what!?" I exclaim in joy and I hear Cecilee's chuckle. I can also hear the rest of the team rejoicing in the background.

"You're amazing, Mais." She admits and I can literally hear her smile over the radio. I must be in a good position to have this much happy noises in the background. I completely forgot which place I am, honestly.

"Could you at least tell me what position I am and who I just overtook?" I ask her.

"P2. Max is ahead. one point six second gap. You can do it but you'll have to really push. Four laps left." She ignores the second part of my question.

"Who did I pass?" I ask again.

"Oh. Yeah. That. P3 was Lando." She informs me and my amazing overtake just makes me even happier now.

"Oh my God, I love life!" I exclaim.

"Focus on the race. Not Lan." I should probably mention that Lando and I have a bet going on ever since Singapore 2023; whenever one of us overtakes the other on track, dinner's on him.

"Where's George?" I ask curiously as I get closer to Max in front of me.

"P6. I don't think he's getting a podium today, M. I do think Lando is so if you're gonna share it with him, at least be the winner to rub it in his face." Now, that's what motivates me.

"Cecilee, this one's fucking for you." I tell her as I focus three hundred percent on the road and ignore completely the cramp in my left leg.

"Seven tenth, by the way with one lap left." Cecilee speaks.

"Understood." I push to my maximum as we fight for the first place on the last turn of the last lap. I go on his inside and luckily, I do pass him. "Come on!" I exclaim, one hand on the wheel and the other raised in the air in a fist celebrating. Three seconds later, I pass the finish line and the noise coming from my radio is unbearable but everyone's happy so I don't mind. "We did it! Let's fucking go!"

"Congratulations, Maisie. You're the Australian Grand Prix winner, for the fourth time." Beat that Schumacher!

"Of course, I fucking am!" I bolt. I stop the car in front of the P1 sign and immediately jump out of it. I'm still rejoicing as I get out of my car. I run out to my team and am met by Cecilee, who's not only my engineer but my best friend.