"Fuck you Leclerc. Fuck you, your shit driving, your trophies, your podiums, your-" He grabbed my wrists. "You done yet?" Victoria Riley. One of Ferrari's F1 driver. The other? Charles Leclerc, Victoria's best friend growing up and now her biggest enemy. After Charles' biggest betrayal, can they be friends after the incident that occurred 3 years ago? The answer is absolutely not. Hatred can be sensed by the entire paddock, and the media thrives off the arguments they capture. "Some say that there's a thin line between hate and love." I laugh at the ridiculous implication made by the journalist. Silence surrounds me, I look to my right, Leclerc's eyes are staring into mine.