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- THIS CHAP ESCALATES FAST SO BUCKLE UP!! AND I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE😉🤭

Charles and Juliette made their way to his car, his infamous black Ferrari which had the number ' 16 ' embedded in the side of it.

Juliette quietly made her way to the passenger seat, she placed her beach bag in the floor of the car in front of her, and waited as Charles adjusted himself to the driver's seat.

He started the car, and pulled out of the parking lot of the private beach, starting his journey to Juliette's house.

He memorized Monaco by heart, he knew all the street names and short cuts, even hidden roads that not many people knew about. He never used any sort of map system in Monaco. His driving was natural and he unconsciously always knew where he was going.

The radio had as a small, french, news broadcaster played in the background, talking about some scandal that happened between two celebrities that Juliette didn't really care about.

Juliette sent Bruna a text, letting her know she was on her way back to her house. Juli let her head rest against the window, watching the landscape, the buildings, the people pass as the car sped through the streets of the city.

Charles eyes raked towards her multiple times during the ride.

It was silent, but it was the nice type of silent . It wasn't uncomfortable or anything. They both were tired and wanted some time to rest and collect their thoughts.

Juliette's house was on top of a small hill that was not too far from Daniel and Charles's house. And that was mainly why she chose that house, she wanted to be near her friends.

She had other properties as well, she recently bought a penthouse in New York City, which was right across Lewis's as well. She had a house in São Paulo, and an apartment London.

Juliette was glad that Charles and her were alright. She felt as if she was suffocating under the strain on the air that was constantly around the two. But now, the atmosphere was more light, and relaxed, as if the crashing waves that fought between the two had calmed.

Temporarily

It was almost as if they were back to their old selves, just pure friends, without any complications.

Almost.

A feeling of unsettlement set in Juliette's stomach, as her face dropped. The radio had moved onto another subject, stating the following:

"Des rapports sont récemment venus de plusieurs sources anonymes, indiquant que le pilote de Formule 1, Charles Leclerc, avait été vu à plusieurs reprises avec une fille blonde méconnaissable. Le couple avait été vu ensemble deux fois, une fois sur son viacht il y a quelques jours, et une fois dans un club la nuit dernière. Avons-nous un nouveau WAG entre nos mains ?"

( Reports have recently came în from multiple anonymous resources, stating that Formula 1 Driver, Charles Leclerc had been seen on multiple occasions with a Blonde, unrecognizable girl. The couple had been seen together twice, once on his yacht a few days ago, and once in a club last night. Do we have a new WAG in our hands?)

Juliette's stomach churned, she squeezed her eyes shut, ignoring the feeling of absolute disgust over taking her. A wave of nausea rippled through her, she felt sick.

Charles's heart dropped to his stomach, his chest tight as he processed the statement that was heard from the radio, his chewed on the inside of his cheek.

Charles abruptly reached out to change the radio station. The two sat in silence, the air thick. The atmosphere returned to it's tense state.

Charles's hands gripped onto the steering wheel, he felt as if he wanted to claw his face off. He wanted her to say something, so bad.

But she kept quiet, her thoughts surging absolutely everywhere.

She didn't know what to think.

"I'll wait for you."

Was what he said, but that sure didn't sound like waiting, didn't it?

Juliette's eyes welled up with tears, she blinked them away.

Stop being a baby. She told herself. You weren't even dating anyway.

Juliette wriggled slowly around her seat. Charles sighed, as he parked on the side of the road, and shutting the car off.

"Please say something." He pleaded, his voice cracking.

Juliette didn't respond, she refused to meet his eyes, she kept her eyes gazing out the window.

"Juli-"

"What do you want me to say, how am I supposed to even fucking react to this?!" She snapped, her voice shaky. A small silence wavered over them. "Just take me home." She said in a soft voice.

"Juliette-"

"I'm done taking your bullshit. You know how much I hate false promises. It hurts even more coming from you." Juliette clenched her jaw, her expression concocted into a scowl.

"Juliette, I-"

"I'll wait for you." She repeated his words from about a week ago. "You're a fucking liar."

Charles sighed in frustration, he was done with her interrupting him. "We're not even together! Why the fuck are making this a big deal?"

His breath hitched, he squeezed his eyes shut, as he realized what he said.

Juliette remained silent, before she spoke in monotone manner. "You're right, we're not together. And you know what? We're not friends either. Cause I don't wanna be friends with a fucking asshole."

Charles's heart strained, his voice soft. "Juli, don't say that."

Juliette scoffed. She unlocked the door of the car from the button on the side, and exited the car.

Charles's eyes widened, before he yelled. "Where are you going?"

"Away, from you!" Juliette yelled back, as her figure retreated from the car.

Charles felt defeated.

He knew those pictures meant, and he knew the back story of it. Which wasn't what she assumed it was.

He despised himself for not being able to slip an explanation to her during the argument, he shouldn't have snapped at her. He knew that.

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About a month passed, and 3 grand prixs took place.

The Austrian Grand Prix, which Juliette got P5
in. Hamilton had snatched her initial P4 position in the last few moments of the race, taking the win away from her.

The British Grand Prix, which Juliette miraculously got P1 in. This time, snatching the position from Charles.

And the German Grand Prix, where she got P6.

She was keeping her game up, she channeled her frustration into her driving, and it resulted in great outcomes.

Juliette's position in the World Championship now bumped up to 4th place.

She was directly behind Bottas, who was 56 points away from her. Second place was Max Verstappen, and first was obviously Lewis Hamilton.

Juliette felt giddy inside, she knew she was proving the media wrong. She knew that she successfully showed them that women can definitely drive in F1.

Though, she didn't feel that way when it came to Mattia Binotto. He constantly threw backhanded comments at her, which frustrated her. He was absolutely infuriating to deal with.

And so she avoided him at all costs, only talking to him when and if she needed to.

She did the same with Charles, who constantly tried to get her alone so they could talk.

But if you knew Juliette well, then you would know that she was good tat ignoring people. It was one of her many, many talents.

And it angered Charles.

He wasn't angry at her. He was angry at himself, because he was fucking up so much.

The tension between the two was quite evident. Half the drivers on the grid knew that there was something up between them.

Daniel even attempted to bribe Charles to tell him what was going on, but he refused.

The only other person who knew about the . . . situation, per say, was Pierre Gasly.

Pierre was disappointed in Charles. The Monegasque's actions were stupid, and Pierre knew that Charles knew better than that.

Pierre had concocted a master plan for the two, which he had yet to reveal to anyone. Pierre was like their own personal cupid.

And he didn't take that job lightly, only time would tell what sort of shenanigans he had worked out inside of that little head of his.