Charles Leclerc
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He were smiling as he chatted with a girl at a party. The music was blasting around him and the lights were colorful.
"So are you free this Saturday?" She asked leaning against the kitchen island, with a sly smile on her lips.
Before he could answer, he heard a voice behind him.
"He's busy." You hissed. He rolled his eyes, he always hated you and you hated him.
Did you really have to ruin every chance of him having a girlfriend?