Dart and Dash - Mary Smith Page 0,13

he ordered, getting up from the floor.

Dash left the room again. I finally looked around his bedroom. He wasn’t neat, but it wasn’t filthy. I stood up, balancing myself on the nightstand and walked over to the bookcase. The smile crossed my face when I saw all the Poe books.

Dash was a fan, too.

“You need to sit down before you fall down,” Dash softly commanded me.

“When did you start reading Poe?”

“Those are old school books, that I haven’t thrown away.”

“You’re lying.” I turned to face him, pushing my fingers against his hard chest.

Dash only stared at me, and I was I was getting a kink in my neck looking up at him. He helped me back down on the bed.

The room began to spin as another wave of alcohol washed over me, and I lay back and closed my eyes.

Chapter 8 – Daisy

I shouldn’t be surprised by anything Garnet did anymore, but this morning? Two things surprised the hell out of me.

The first one was Dash bringing her home. Dart and I were at the dining room table eating breakfast when they walked in.

Garnet’s hair was a tangled mess, her makeup was smeared, and she looked like she’d slept in her clothes. I was going to open my mouth to yell at her, but Dart grabbed my hand, squeezing it tightly, and I shut my mouth. The second surprise was when she came back downstairs, and asked when I was heading to the game. I told her I was tailgating first, and she asked if she could come to.

Now we’re both standing in the student section, along with the rest of the stadium. The Herd was up by three, and they were getting close to another touchdown.

I clasped my hands together, seeing Dart’s number twenty-one still on the field, in position to run. I gazed at the other players, seeing Dash’s number thirty-one in the receiver’s position. He already had one touchdown this game.

The quarterback called the play and he faked handing it off to Dart, and scanned for an open receiver, but there was no one. I finally saw Dart race to the left side of the field, wide open. The quarterback threw it to Dart, and he sprinted the 10 yards to the end zone.

Touchdown.

The crowd exploded, and I was the loudest. I watched Dash rushing over to him, both of them jumping in the air, colliding in a fraternal chest-bump.

I was going to spontaneously burst with pride for Dart, as the crowd and I began our We Are Marshall chant. Even Garnet was into it. The game finally wound down, and I headed to the players entrance to wait for Dart, like I did every home game.

“Did you enjoy the game?” I smiled brightly at my sister.

“It was good.”

“Are you going to tell me why Dash brought you home this morning?” I had wanted to know all day, but I’d waited to ask.

She shrugged.

I didn’t know what that meant, but I remained quiet. We didn’t utter another word until the boys came out.

I wrapped my arms around Dart’s neck, kissing him hard on the lips. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks,” Dart smiled.

“You did good, too, Dash.” I looked over at him standing next to Garnet.

He nodded.

“Anyone hungry?” Dart looked between us.

“I’m off to a party.” Garnet announced. “Thanks anyway.”

“Don’t fall,” Dash teased her, making her giggle.

“Oh, so you two have inside jokes, along with your sexual escapades?” I smarted off, before I could stop it.

“Don’t be jealous, Daisy. I heard it causes wrinkles.” Garnet gave it right back to me, and Dash snorted in laughter.

“Well, be sure to use bleach after you have sex with Dash. He tends to stick it in everyone and anything.” Dart squeezed my arm, and I knew I had gone too far.

“Daisy, how dare you? You think that because he brought me home, we had sex? Well you know, we did, and he was the best fuck I’ve ever had.” Garnet’s brown eyes were full of anger.

“I get that compliment a lot.” Dash added.

“Maybe,” Garnet continued, ignoring him. “You should just keep your nose in whatever gossip the sorority has going on or what a celebrity is wearing on the red carpet, and stay the fuck out of my life.” She pushed past me and ran off down the sidewalk.

Chapter 9 – Dart

From the moment we got in the car, Daisy didn’t stop talking about Garnet and Dash. She was still going on about it when we reached the bedroom.

“Daisy,” I grabbed