Lincoln smiled as he gazed at his new trophy in the trophy cabinet. Him winning the race was one of the greatest achievements he ever could've done in his pre-teen life.
'OK, fourth greatest.' he thought to himself. The top three would be being part of the greatest family in the world, getting a beautiful and spunky girlfriend and also being a Power Ranger.
"Oh, Lincoln! We want to show you something!" He heard the sound of Leni calling him.
"Coming!" He said, before heading to Leni's bedroom. But not before looking at the trophy one more time with a grin.
"Still can't believe that happened…" he said to himself.
Lincoln entered the room and saw his sisters looking at him with grins on their faces.
"So…how is the new trophy?" Lori had to ask.
"Honestly, I'm still pinching myself to see if it was real or not. Never thought I would win one. Especially in Motorcross." Lincoln said with a chuckle.
"I know that! You could've told us you were a motocross racer! I would've helped tune your ride as your pit crew!" Lana said with a pout.
"Hey, I didn't want to ruin the surprise."
"Well, that was a surprise. Not as much as you having a girlfriend!" Luan said as they all squealed.
"Still can't believe you ended up saving her life one day! It sounds like a fairy tale!" Lola squealed.
"What can I say? Didn't want to see her get hurt and in the hospital if I did nothing." Lincoln said with a shrug.
"I especially liked it when you socked that sewer rat hard! Never thought you had it in you!" Lynn spoke in respect.
"Well, considering Chandler does nothing but try to make my life a misery for his own amusement or try to horn in on everything as well as almost ruining my debut for kicks, you can't say he deserved it." Lincoln said, not regretting what he did to Chandler.
Everyone agreed on that. Chandler always managed to find a way to get under their skin.
"Anyways, we figured that you deserve a proper reward. Leni found some material and made you a new outfit to represent your talent." Lori said.
"Really?" Lincoln asked.
The girls moved out of the way to see the new outfit. Lincoln's eyes widened.
"Wow…" was all he said.
The next day, Lincoln's friends were all waiting for him in front of the school.
"Hey guys. Lincoln arrived yet?" Clyde asked the others.
"Not yet. He said something about making an entrance?" Stella asked in confusion.
"What does he mean by that?" Zack asked.
They got their answer when the roar of a dirt bike engine came to life. Everyone heard it and watched with wide eyes as the dirt bike rushed to the entrance and the rider did a half doughnut in front of everyone. On the bike were two people.
One was Jordan, who got off shakily as she adjusted her hair.
"OK…next time, I'll wear a helmet." She muttered.
"Yeah, sorry about that." The rider spoke, the helmet muffling his voice. He was dressed in an orange and black helmet, a red t-shirt with a black ace of spades in the middle under an orange leather jacket with studs on the collar and an orange belt, blue jeans and sneakers. When he took the helmet off, it revealed Lincoln in all his glory as he shook his hair.
"WOAH!" Everyone yelled in awe.
"Talk about an entrance!" Zach spoke.
"I know. What do you think?" He asked as he presented his new threads.
"I say Jordan scored big time!" Stella had to speak and she was right. Everyone was looking with awe and some girls looked on with a blush.
"Well you can thank Leni for the outfit. I think I rock this well." He said, just as the bell rang and everyone went in to start their lessons.
Just as Lincoln went to his locker, a familiar, unpleasant voice caught his attention.
"LARRY!"
Groaning, he turned around and saw a furious Chandler.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"I'LL PUMMEL YOU!" He yelled as he rushed forward. Lincoln looked on with a deadpan look and as soon as he came close, he moved out of the way and did a swift punch to the throat. Chandler's eyes bugged as he staggered forward near the locker, before Lincoln decided to be a bit petty and kick him into the locker, shutting it tight.
"That should give me a few hours of peace." he said with a smirk.
He then saw Jordan.
"Really, Lincoln? The locker knocker treatment?" She asked with a smirk.
He just shrugged.
"He attacked, I defended. Not my fault he stumbled into my locker." He said in plausible deniability.
Jordan shook her head. Her boyfriend could be petty sometimes.
"Come on. Let's go and get to class before he comes out." She said.
The two lovebirds then walked away, hand in hand, while the moans of Chandler in pain emanated from the locker.
Just a quick interlude before I do the next chapter. Here is a small reaction chapter with Lincoln having some new clothes. The outfit is a reference to an artist online called StealthNinja5, who designed the outfit for his Loud House art. Have a look, it's amazing