Gasoline - [Charles Leclerc]

2.2

Andrea looked at Charles while they were waiting to board the private jet. He had seen the incoming call of Edrice flicker over the screen of his Phone and he saw how Charles had ignored it. "You don't want to talk to her?". He asked gently as they got up the steps to get into the jet. He shook his head and deleted the voicemail message as well. "I have told her I'd rather want no contact". Charles explained with a sigh as he sat down in one of the leather seats. Gino Rosato travelled with him and he was coming in behind them. "Girl problems?". Gino joked and Charles chuckled lightly. "I want to protect myself". He replied. "God, you sound just like a girl there though. He's so bad for me, I need to think about me". Gino mocked in a girly voice and it resulted in him getting hit in the face by one of the pillows on the seat. They all laughed lightly. "Sometimes they're worth the struggle". Andrea said with a friendly tone. The trainer had liked Edrice. She was kind to the team as well, not having eyes for Charles only and being the typical 'out for his money' kind of girl.

Edrice was nice, independent and smart. And she was gorgeous. Charles had something perfect and he had let her slip through his fingers. Andrea surely understood his decision to get as less distraction from his career as possible, but he was also sure that they could've talked it out. Both of them were to blame. Charles looked at Andrea at what he responded, not saying anything as he opened his instagram to check some posts on his timeline. He hadn't unfollowed them, still wanting to be a little bit up to date with her. He then plugged his Phone in the charger, placing it on the table after the jet had taken off and was swaying forty thousand feet above the ground. Charles had his headphones pushed over his ears to listen to some music, not wanting to communicate about the terrible weekend he had in Baku. He closed his eyes while leaning back into the seat and he gladly dozed off while they were flying back to Monaco. It was a couple hours earlier there, so he'd arrive there at six in the morning. The first thing he'd do at home was dive into bed anyway. The monday was a day off and Charles was very happy about it. A day alone was just what he needed.

Charles woke up three hours later when they got offered a drink and something to eat, still four hours of the flight to go. Gino and Andrea had talked a bit, yet they eventually both started to browse on their phones to watch something or listen to some music as well. Charles was happy to be closer to home the next race. It was in Spain, a track he liked as well and he hoped the pace of the wintertest would reappear in Barcelona too. Charles had fallen asleep later again and was woken up by the shaking on his arm to get his seatbelt on before they were going to descend to the airport of Nice. "First thing?". Gino asked. "Bed". Charles and Andrea said in unison, making the three of them laugh once more. His car was at the private parking of the airport, so Andrea and Charles got home and Gino went to catch a flight from here to Milan, so he stayed at the airport for a little longer. Charles and Andrea didn't talk much when they were on the road, a bit about the training schedule of next week and his diet that was slightly adapted for him to gain a bit more weight, but not too much either.

Charles dropped Andrea off before getting to his flat, parking it in the underground garage before takin the elevator upstairs with his luggage.

Edrice had the first flight at five in the morning and arrived before he did. She had taken a cab to his apartment, knocking on the door and hoping he'd open up. Which he didn't. She sighed and knocked harder, feeling it was locked. She couldn't break into his apartment. "Charles, please". Edrice called and knocked again. "Stop being stubborn and open the door!". Her knuckles banged on the door again. "Charles!". "Edrice". She turned around with a gasp, seeing the tired Ferrari driver behind her. "I could hear you in the elevator". He commented and her cheeks heated up, never she had thought about the other people who lived here and could've been woken up by her knocking and yelling at seven in the morning. "What are you doing here?". He asked, walking passed her to unlock his door and place his suitcase in the hallway. Edrice followed him and closed the door, watching how he took his jacket off. "I've found out a lot. And you didn't pick up the phone so this was the only way we could talk". Charles pushed his hands in the pockets of his sweats.