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-| * |- I laughed. Not a nice laugh, but one that was full of condescending hatred, "Even if he was, that would be none of your concern." I retorted, turning swiftly on my heels and walking in the other direction. "Isla!" He called after me. I didn't stop. "Isla, you can get him reported for that kind of thing! You were in a dark alley with no one around if I hadn't shown up-" "Oh, get over yourself Leclerc!" I growled, whipping around to face him. He had began following me through the corridor but stopped once my eyes landed on him, "Not only are you making accusations based solely on a snippet of what you saw, but you're acting like I should be thanking you for something! I don't need anyone saving me from sticky situations I get myself in, least of all you." He was quiet for a while, and just when I thought he had decided to end the conversation and I could walk away, he spoke softly, "Why can't we just get passed this?" He asked, taking a step forward to which I quickly took one back. "Because I don't want to." -| * |- Joining the Scuderia Ferrari F1 racing team is her dream. Having a teammate she could also call a friend was desirable, but not necessary. However, when her teammate is the Ferrari Golden Boy who also just so happens to be the one to stab her in the back ten years ago, things start to get dicey for Isla Rogers, the young, female, British F1 driver. With a temper that could rival a nuclear bomb and a deep-seated vendetta for her teammate, plus some dodgy businessmen and an absent father, the 2023 World Championship was set out to be an exciting affair for the Ferrari driver. Your classic enemies to lovers because I'm a slut for that trope. Charles Leclerc x OC
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