Bet on it

6

The f1 season wouldn't start in a couple of week's. The only problem I had were to kill the time to the season start. I had training but other than that what would I do. Go to the Casino? No chance, he could be there. I wonder how he is when you get to know him. Is Charles always as cold as he is to me. Maybe he isn't a bad person, I mean how could a person with such a pretty face be other than good. But Charles isn't good, he will make my life a living hell this season. But I have to get along with him if I want to keep my seat. I have to come up with a plan. And a long walk could help me with that.

I decided to be my usual self, aka Milan. I didn't want paparazzi pictures of Jack flaying around the internet. I decided to wear black sweatpants and a white t-shirt, I had also put my hair in a low ponytail . I made my way out of the house, closed an locked the small door. Then I started walking on the little road down the hill and into the city. The streets were almost empty, not vacation season. I walked down the restaurant street, the sea were not far away. It looked peaceful and there weren't many people on the beach.

Here in Monaco we have one long beach, and when I say long I really mean long. The sand is golden and the sea is the most beautiful blue. At summer the water is full of expensive boats and crowded with people. The beach is rarely not full. So I figured I would take a walk on it today.

I walked down the small stone stairs that leads to the beach and took of my shoes. As I sat my foot in the sand I felt a warm feeling into my whole body. The sun burned in my face and I regretted not taking sun glasses with me. I started the walk, a couple surfers and some boats were in the sea. On the beach I just saw some kids and some guys.

The guys were shouting and they disturb my thoughts, it was impossible to focus. As I got closer I noticed that they played some sort of game. Bear pong I think it's called. But I don't really know, as you may have figured I didn't have a regular childhood, and I never went to party's as a teenager. I guess you can say I'm inexperienced.

The closer I got the more uncomfortable I became. I had noticed that the guys not only were loud but also quite good looking. They were five and all of them were wearing swimming trucks. As I walked past them I heard a whistle, I ignored it as it wasn't meant to me and continued walking. But I stoped as I heard a voice.

Hello cutie

I continued walking, they weren't talking to me.

Hello, I'm talking to you

I turned around, they couldn't possibly talk to me, could they? As I turned around I meet one of the guys glance. Before I had the chance to say anything he opened his mouth.

Finally you listen, he said

What do you mean? I questioned

I called for you, he said

Ohh I didn't realise you meant me, I said

Shout up, he answers with a smirk

I just stood in silence.

You know you pretty, he continued

I looked down in the sand, I didn't want him to see that I blushed

Do you wanna play with us, another one of them spoke

Yeah, I said

I thought to myself that it was good if I had some human connection, and maybe, possibly I could make some friends. That something I really is in need of.

She is in my team, the one how had whistled said.

He was cute and had blonde hair.

The other guys sighed.

Typical, one of them said

Wait, one of them said

Shouldn't we wait for Mr Fuckboy? He continued

Nah, he can jump in later, the blonde one said

How's Mr Fuckboy? I asked

Ohh, he's our friend, one of them said

Yeah, he just went to get some drinks, he will be back soon, the blonde one spoke

Why do you call him Mr Fuckboy? I said

All of them laughed

I think the name says it all, the blond spoke

But if you really wanna know, he just broke up whit his girlfriend and he have dated three girls since that, and probably hooked up whit half the town since her to, the other guy said

I just nodded. This guy really didn't have problems with getting girls.

I know he sound like a prick, but you will like him. He is super chill and really nice when you get to know him, his friend said

And would you just look at that, here he comes, the blond said

I looked up but all I saw were HIM. Him walking straight up to us. Wait were Charles Leclerc Mr Fuckboy?

Hey man! They all shouted

The blonde one walked up to him and took one glass that Charles were holding in his hand.

What took you so long? He then questioned

You know, some girls wanted to take a picture with me, like usual, Charles said with a devilish smirk

Ohh, we forgot to mention that our friend is a famous formula 1 driver, one of the guys said

Do you watch f1 cutie, the blonde asked me

Not much, but I heard of it and seen some races, I lied as I didn't want to blow my cover

Huh, you know you live in Monaco right, the blonde joked

We all laughed, except Charles how just locked his glance with me. I didn't know what he wanted as his face were expression empty. But then he opened his mouth:

What are you doing with this morons

Eyy, man what do you mean. You think she is to pretty for us? The blond questioned

Yeah I think, Charles laughed

I'm Charles by the way, he said as he reached out his hand for me to greet

I took his big hand and shook it, I watched his face and of course his famous smirk were planted on his lips

What's your name darling? Charles then said

Milan

Well Milan why don't you take a drink

Charles reached out his hand with a drink in it. I didn't recognise the liquid.

Umm, is it alcohol in it, I questioned

Charles chuckled

Yeah, it is alcohol in it

I just took the drink without saying anything. As I tasted a little amount of it I realised that it were kinda good.

You like it? Charles asked with a wink

I nodded my head

Good, I could buy you one more some time darling, Charles said

Ohh, man come on. I saw her first, the blonde said

But she likes me best don't she, said Charles and looked at me

I just smiled

You see, Charles said

Why don't you and I leave this morons and go for a walk, Charles said

Yeah, I said

Did this really just happen? I couldn't believe it. The guy I hated were asking me for a walk on the beach. He really were different when I weren't Jack. But I couldn't forget what a douche he had been to me. I would just use this moment to get to know some useful things, so I can beat him on the track.