SHIRT, charles leclerc

TWENTY-FOUR, smooth operator

( NOT EDITED / PROOFREAD )

Charles Leclerc coughed loudly, and quite obnoxiously.

Some of the other drivers sent him questioning looks, but the Monegasque waved them all off.

"Connard!" ( Asshole ) Charles cursed, shushing the spanish man. Who furrowed his brows, a genuine confused look etched onto his face. Charles grit his teeth. "Be quiet."

Carlos rolled his eyes, before Pierre stood up and pulled the boys away from the rest of the group, sending them apologetic looks.

Pierre took the two to a more secluded area, before Charles exclaimed. "Why the hell did you scream that out loud?!"

Carlos rose a brow at the Monegasque's sudden outburst. "Sorry, mate. I thought it was known."

Charles rose a brow, as Pierre watched silently. "What's known?"

"Mate, you're like in love with her or something." Carlos snorted, a small smile on his face. Charles stiffened. "I- No."

"No, what?"

Charles gulped, his jaw tense, his eyes softened a little, as he glanced behind Carlos, a giggly Juliette sat a few meters away, his heart clenched. Charles' tense body concerned the two other drivers. Carlos placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey-"

He sighed. "Carlos, I'm not talking about this with you." Carlos's demeanor changed, into more of an amused one, he shared a glance with Pierre, before chuckling.

"Aha! Me and Lando were right." Carlos wagged a finger in Charles's face, which contorted into a confused one. "Huh?"

"You do love her." Carlos teased, Pierre stayed silent, not wanting to interfere. Charles shook his head. "Look, I don't know what I feel."

A lie.

Charles definitely knew how he felt, but it scared him. It scared him because he never knew he could care for a person so much. Butterflies would flutter in his stomach whenever she would grab his arm when laughing, he would catch himself staring at her in many of the team meetings, his heart would speed up whenever the two were in close proximity.

Charles felt a bit possessive over her, he absolutely despised seeing men who were completely out of her league talk to her, she deserved better and he knew that.

He wanted her. Actually, he needed her. Charles felt as if he was suffocating under the gut wrenching desire that consumed him.

"But when I do, I'm definitely not telling you or Lando anything, you two are little fuckers!" Charles added, lighting up the atmosphere. Although, he was quite loud.

He caught the attention from Lando, who was sat back in the lounge. "What about me?" He yelled back.

Charles cringed. "N-Nothing!"

Lando eyed the three men before falling back into conversation with Max, who had been completely engrossed with a new game on his phone. Juliette noticed the interaction and let herself get a little nosy.

Juliette's head turned, her eyes falling on the Monegasque, slightly watching him as she still held up a conversation with Mason.

Charles's eyes met hers, a small smile played his lips. His dimples deepened. His eyes glistened as a giddy feeling sprouted in the pit of his stomach in the heat of the moment.

Juliette had an unreadable expression on her face. Resulting in Charles raising a brow, confused.

That didn't go unnoticed by Carlos and Pierre, who turned to look at what Charles was looking at.