Road Rage

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Summary: What he’d give for a real friend.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: PG-13
SERIES/SETTING: Path of Thorns
CHARACTERS: Dale Earnhardt Jr, Martin Truex, Casey Mears, Brad Keselowski, Dale Jr POV
PROMPT: Taming the Muse #115 (#8/18 for me 2nd run) - Cavort
COMPLETED: October 14, 2008
WORDS: 937
DISCLAIMER: 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. ;-)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic takes place during the Darlington tires test where Jeff Gordon was testing and Junior "crashed" it with Martin, Casey and Brad. Here’s my spin on it.
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En Route to Darlington Tire Test – March 10th, 2008

I had to get away.  I had to go do something or I was gonna end up destroying something else and Kelley’s getting tired of helping me pick out furniture.  I swear instead of heading to Darlington I damn near drove to Kernersville just so I could bash in his smirky little face.  But Brad was at the house and he was already looking at me funny for accidentally breaking those bottles of Jack Daniel’s in the bar….

Hear Truex trying to convince Mears to come hunting with him and have to snort when Mears wants to know if they’ll be hunting blondes or brunettes.  He’s such a damn perv.  It’s no wonder he fits in so well.  Glance up in the rearview mirror to see the party is already in full force with beer cans being opened and shake my head.  I should’ve had the rookie drive.  Brad’s definitely driving back, unless we can get Gordon to come party with us.  According to Mears he always foots the bill so maybe we can convince him to stay in South Carolina and have some fun with the boys.  He’s got to want a beer after tire testing all day.  I know I would.

Push the pedal down as much as I dare and watch the speedometer needle creep upwards towards eighty.  This ain’t a well traveled road so we should be fine.  I just want to get there so I can have a damn beer along with the rest of them.  This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I called up Truex to hang out, but how did I know he was already knocking ‘em back with Mears?  I didn’t even know they were friends.   Must’ve happened while I was busy fucking my teammate.

Squeeze the wheel tight and wring my hands over the leather.  Fucking Bowyer.  Narrow my eyes behind my dark sunglasses and try to keep from putting the hammer down.  I can’t believe he had the fucking guts to team up with Harvick.  I should’ve known something was up when he cornered me on pitroad and actually stood up to me.  Stupid farm boy never had a spine unless it was wrapped around my cock.

 Harvick must’ve put him up to it.  There’s no way he’d have come up with that shit on his own.  And the idiot didn’t even cover his tracks.  Did he think I wouldn’t notice it was a Jack Daniel’s bag they filled full of shit?  They really do grow ‘em big and stupid in Kansas.  Like I wouldn’t put two and two together with him “distracting me” while Harvick loitered around my car.  Hell, knowing Harvick, he probably had the whole damn team in on it because they didn’t even care.  Just told me to suck it up and drive.  I need to talk to Richard.  I don’t know how far I’m gonna be willing to go with this whole Nationwide deal.  I have my rookie to worry about anyway.

Glance in the rearview mirror again in time to see Brad taking a long drink from a can and I grip the wheel tighter again as I snap, “Keselowski, knock it off.  Need you to be wheel man on the way back.  Don’t need your ass drunk.”

“Aw, c’mon Junior, lighten up.  Let the kid have a little fun.”  Glance back to see Mears urging Brad on but before I can say anything Martin’s squeezing my shoulder.

“Yeah June, give him a break.  This is supposed’ta be fun, ‘member?”

Shrug his hand off my shoulder and focus on the road at his already slurred words.  Now I remember why I stopped calling him.  It’s always about what makes him happy.  Stealing my beer, my friends, being an arrogant prick.  Looks like my “getaway” from it all is gonna turn into one more disaster.  What else is new?  Everyone on my team who’s not blood hates me, I’ve got teammates who wanna sabotage me and an ex-lover who wants revenge.  My world couldn’t be more perfect.  Why did I leave DEI again?

Jump when I feel the back of my seat being kicked and grit my teeth hard.  Oh yeah, I hated my teammates there too.  Sometimes I wonder if maybe I should’ve gone to Hendrick….

“It is fun, Truex.  You know, Earnhardt, you do make a good chauffer and the beer doesn’t hurt either.”  Grind my teeth at Mears’ words and it’s all I can do not to snap again.  No, I’m glad I didn’t go to Hendrick.  I’d have killed that little prick already.  Fuck them all.  I’m gonna see if Gordon will give me a ride back.  Brad can either come with us or fend for himself with these two idiots.

Why the hell did Harvick have to get in Bowyer’s head?  We had a good thing goin’ there for awhile.  He was hot for everything I wanted to give him and thick as he might be he does learn fast.  He was just getting too attached.  I figured as hung up on me as he was I’d cool it off awhile and he’d come back beggin’ for whatever I’d give him.  But, no.  He had to go and talk to fucking Harvick and turn on me.  Stupid ass. 

Still, I’d much rather be screwing around with Bowyer than driving around a couple of jackasses.  I gotta fix this.  I gotta do something because if I’ve learned one thing on this trip to hell it’s that I don’t wanna go backwards.  I gotta find a way to live at RCR.  No matter what it takes.

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