His Lucky Charm

Lashing Out

Now we're half way through the season. Race 18 out of 36

Chick sat in his teams pit. They had the points of where he was in the championship. He looked and saw himself behind Strip.

How of 18 races so far, strip had won about...9 . And guess who was behind him the entire time.

Chick Hicks.

Chick was behind the guy who was tied with Strip in points.

He stared at that ranking. He just wanted to catch up he couldn't. It was just... so hard to accept.

While Chuck was being called the runner up, Strip was being called the King. Hell.. it was forecasted for him to completely dominate the sport.

Chick was happy for him, but what was he to do. He wanted to actually challenge Strip, but strip just was untouchable.

Race day rolled around. Once again, Strip was on pole.

He sat by his car, just thinking. As he was in thought, suddenly he heard a sweet voice. "Chick!"

He looked up and saw Lynda walking over with a smile. "Hey!" He said as he stood.

"Here, I brought you some treats for after the race." She had a blue bandana on. She and Strip hadn't announced to the world yet they were a couple, but she was making little hints.

"Thanks Lynda." He said as he held it. She tilted her head as she noticed he was upset. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I'm alright." He smiled as his chief brought him his helmet. "Time to get in the car."

Lynda waved. "See you afterwards!"
She waved and ran back to Dinoco.

Chick just saw strip walk out into his car.

He just wanted to catch him.

The race went without a hitch. Strip won the race, and Chick in second. Strip celebrated them both dominating the season. Chick just smiled but knew he wasn't dominating a damn thing.

Chick just nodded and walked off with Strip.

Chick just knew he wasn't going to win a race. Well, at least win the race by playing cleanly. He knew the dirty tricks, but being in behind Strip meant he was going to hit hm, and he didn't want to.

He didn't want to hurt his friend.

Strip, him, and Lynda all went out that night. Lynda brought some of the friends she made at the races. Some of the fellow girlfriends, so she hung around them letting the other two just chat.

She kissed Strips cheek before going with the girls to get drinks.

Strips sat with Chick at the bar going on about something. Chick just wanted to drink.

He ordered a beer, and then another, and then another, and then another until Strips stopped him. "Hey man, that's enough. I'm not going to have you throw up on the way home."

Chick shoved his hand away. "Be quiet... at least I don't tell you that for all your race wins..." he said annoyed.

Strip frowned a bit. "Huh?"

Chick grabbed his beer and sipped on it. "You don't know what it's like being stuck behind someone you know you're inferior to..."

Strip looked at him shocked. "I- chick? You're not inferior to me... what the hell?"

"Then why can't I catch you? Hmmm?" Chick said looking at him. He saw his friends confused face.

"I- I don't know." Chick simply got up and went outside. Strip followed him to make sure he didn't get hurt.

"Chick. You know I don't think you're inferior... right?" Chick threw the beer bottle at him. Strip dodged it in time.

"What the hell man?!" Strip said as he grabbed him before walking into the street.  "Be careful-"

Chick threw a punch. Strip hit the ground. He winced as his nose was bleeding. Chick glared at him. "You piss me off... I know you think I'm
Inferior."

Strip got up. "Chick come on... let's get you to the motorhome." He carefully Grabbed chicks arm. Chick then started to fight him.

Strip blocked his face and winced. People saw this fight. "Chick!"

Chick grabbed his collar. "Must be easy getting all you've ever wanted."

"Strip! Chick!" Chick heard that voice. It was Lynda.

Strip kicked Chick off of him. He wasn't going to fight him. Especially when he was drunk. Strip wiped the blood off his face. "I'm not going to argue with you when you're drunk..."

Chick just grumbled and sat on the ground holding his head. Lynda looked at strip. "Are you okay??"

"Yeah I'm fine..." he handed her his keys. "Can you bring the car around?"

She nodded and went to go get it. Strip sat next to him. "You good?" Strip asked Chick.

"I should be asking you that..."

"I'm fine. But I'm worried about you." Strip said as his head was hurting.

"I'll survive." Chick said quietly.

Strip just helped him up as Lynda brought the car around.

They got him in the back seat so he could lay down and sleep. He fell asleep almost immediately.

Strip got into the drivers seat. Lynda his passenger princess like usual. He reached over and held her hand as he drove. She squeezed his hand.

"Is everything between you two okay?" She said. He nodded.

"Yeah... well. It'll be okay." He said not going into detail. She lifted his hand and kissed it. Her lipstick staining his hand. He chuckled a bit at that.

They pulled to a red light. He turned her hand over and kissed her palm. "Love you sweetheart."

She blushed a bit as she looked ahead. "Love you too rookie."

Eventually they both ended up dragging chick up to their hotel room. He laid on his bed and didn't even wake up a bit.

Strip sighed as he closed his bedroom door. He wondered where that outburst even came from... he glanced back a the door but then went to take a shower.

Lynda laid in their bed reading a book. He walked out after his shower,  drying his hair with a towel. She noticed he was quieter than usual.

"Strip?"

"Hm?" He said as he looked at her.

"You're quiet."

"Aren't I usually?" He chuckled a bit. He grabbed a tshirt from his bag. "Well yeah... but not like this."

"What do you mean?" He said as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"I can hear you thinking." She said.

"Ah. Maybe I should do that a little bit quieter." He said with a tired chuckle. She simply got up and walked over to him.

All she had to do was look at him.  He sighed. "I'm worried about Chick."

"Why?" She Said as she dried his hair a bit more. "Cause he said I think he's inferior when.. I've never said that."

"Do you think this'll cause some problems?" She said.

"I hope not."