When Charles became a college teacher of philosophy, he enjoyed it, really. The class were very smart but he missed something. He missed having starting classes of high-school who needed to be accompagnied all the way. He loved teaching. But working in college it was more instructing than teaching. So he looked for a post in highschool.

He thought about Maranello, Silverstone and Milan but deep down, he knew he wanted to work in one city only : Monte-Carlo. After all it was his hometown and he studied there, fell in love here ... Everything. Plus his mother Pascale and his two brothers Lorenzo and Arthur were living near and he loved having his family around.

He found a flat quite easily to his big surprise. It was a last level one with the beautiful view on the harbor below it. With an elevator too because what the hell ? He was sporty but he didn't want to climb 7 levels after a long day of class with loud children that could gave him headache.

After the summer break, Charles had all his class ready and entered Monaco High-School with a huge big ass grin. He saw Nico talking with Lewis in a hushed tone and smiled. Nothing had changed. Daniel waved toward him before following Max, the computer program teacher. Charles chuckled and entered the teacher's room where Esteban, the french teacher, was pesting about the maths teacher called Pierre Gasly. Esteban whined to Lance "It's not fair ... Lance ..." He sighed. "I do everything to be charming and make class but then Pierre arrives in his room with a dashing smile, his Icelandic blue eyes and fluffy brown and POUF ! All my efforst vanishes and Pierre becomes everyone's favorite." He groaned and Sebastian who was near chuckled. "It's Pierre." Sebastian said. "All beautiful smile and charming personallity." He shrugged. Charles talked a bit before going into his classroom opened the room for his class. It was filled with light and he loved it. "Hello everyone. Come on take a seat ! I'm Charles. Your new philosophy teacher for the year. I can't wait to work"