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Summary: Junior has a plan to get Kevin back.
AUTHOR: Mick
EMAIL: mick@cryptoffic.com
RATING: PG
SERIES: The Lion and the Lamb
CHARACTER: Dale Earnhardt Jr., Kevin Harvick, Dale Jr POV
WORD COUNT: 704
COMPLETED: October 7, 2008
DISCLAIMER: If I owned them I’d be too busy to write this stuff. Just fiction, folks. I own NOTHING and am affiliated with NO ONE mentioned here. Not the drivers, not the teams, no one. This is all fiction and fun. In other words...NOT REAL, NOT REAL, NOT REAL. ;-)
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Dover International Speedway
“Really Junior, pizza? The bogus ‘smelly pizza delivery’ routine? Is that all you got? I expected more out of an Earnhardt. I’m disappointed!”
“Okay, okay. I get it. It was a lame high school prank. It got your attention though, didn’t it? That was the whole point!”
A pair of incredulous green eyes stare me down, “Right, Junior. Stop being a sore loser because your prank bombed. It’s okay; you can’t all be geniuses like me.”
Stare him down, clenching my jaw. I’ve pulled some damn good pranks and he knows it, “Fuck off, Harvick.”
“Aw, did I hurt the widdle baby’s poor widdle feelings?” He bats his lashes at me before matching my glare with one of his own, “Get over it.”
I want to punch him--hard. Fucking jerk always has something to say, “Hey, YOU don’t have to deal with a whiny nineteen-year-old all fucking day, asshole.”
A wide grin, full of pride and accomplishment, spreads across his face, “Woops? Did I do something to start that, Junior? My bad.”
Sarcastic fuck. Wanna smack that grin right off his face, “I’ll get you back for this, Kevin. Don’t worry, you’ll get yours.”
He feigns worry, “Oh no, pizzaboy’s making threats! What EVER shall I do?”
My hand twitches at my side. Just one good punch…and then it dawns on me. I know how to get him back, and GOOD. I might have Landon bitching my ear off but that’s nothing compared to a whiny, pissed off DeLana Harvick. And I know just how to get her riled up… “Laugh all you want, Kevin. You’re in for it now, Jerk.”
He studies the look on my face, trying to decide if I’m faking or not. My lip curls up in a mischievous smirk and I can see him swallow down a groan. Whatever I have planned, he knows it’s gonna be good. Before he can breathe a snide remark, I’m running back to my coach, determined to make him miserable.
It doesn’t take long to get things in motion. I call up D first, telling her something important’s happened and we need to talk. Then I call Landon and tell him to meet me at my coach. No explaining is needed, he’s over before I can even hang up, it seems. Without telling him anything, I head for Kevin’s coach, my puppy in tow obediently. He keeps pace with me, always several steps behind, and I’m glad he’s not hovering. That shit pisses me off.
When we reach the Harvick’s coach, D’s waiting outside for me, looking anxious and curious as to what this is all about. She quirks an eyebrow when she sees the kid, silently questioning why I’ve dragged him along for our heart to heart.
“Landon, this is DeLana Harvick,” I put a hand on his shoulder as we step in front of her, “D, I think you need to hear what the kid has to say.”
They both look at me, surprise clear on their faces. Landon was definitely not expecting to rat Kevin out to his wife and D is even more confused about what’s going on. I explain to her that Landon told me something about his time with Kevin during the week and sudden understanding dawns in her eyes. She knows all about our game--hell, she’s played with us, before--and she gives Landon a stern look before pulling the coach door open and motioning for us to follow, “Tell me everything, Landon.”
“…and then he said he wanted nothing to do with my virgin butt!” Landon’s face was full of anguish as he regaled D with his tale. I wouldn’t put it past the kid to burst into tears.
D’s face was somewhere between annoyed and disgusted, “Landon I am so sorry! Kevin likes to have fun but I NEVER thought he’d bother with someone who’s not used to him…” she glances at me, “Junior, you’re going to get him back, right?”
A wide grin breaks out across my face, “Actually, D, it’s funny you should ask. I could use your help with the revenge bit…”
The smirk on her face is all I need to know she wants in. He’s done for.
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