back on. Marshall was on the field. I could see number thirty-one as plain as day in the top right hand corner. My heart stopped. This was a do or die moment.
Our center hiked the ball, and Dash took off like a fighter jet. I saw him raise his hand up, and the quarterback launched the ball to him. He caught the ball and as if he was cradling a baby, he tucked it in his arm. Dash continued to sprint up the field. I was screaming for him to keep running. I knew that he couldn’t hear me, but it made me feel better.
When he crossed the white line for the touchdown, Daisy and I cheered loudly for him, and the team. We watched Dart race over to him, and they jumped in the air together, bumping shoulders. Marshall had won, and it kept us number one in our conference.
Once we calmed down, I reached for my phone again, sending Dash another text.
Good job, babe.
I added two hearts at the end of it and sat back down. I took a deep breath, exhausted from the intense game. I laid my head back on the couch, and reality hit me.
I’d called Dash ‘babe’.
I’d sent hearts.
I’d texted him during a game.
What was wrong with me?
I grabbed my phone and scrolled through the numerous messages I had sent. All fifteen of them. I was pretty sure that I could spell ‘stalker’. I had officially turned into one of those girls that bugged her boyfriend until finally gets sick of it, and leaves her.
God, I was an idiot.
I knew that Dash and I were nothing official. I mean he’d told me the other night that he was hoping to move to Green Bay, and I knew that he was going into the NFL. I couldn’t wrap any hopes that I might have into him, because he was going to leave. I highly doubt he was the type to do long distance relationships, and every girl knows they don’t work out. It didn’t matter how hard you tried. Why was I even thinking about this? Did I care that much? Well, I did care for Dash. I wasn’t denying that at all, but everything else was something I needed to figure out.
I had been so nervous to ask him to watch me dance. I didn’t think he would actually come with me. I asked him because I knew that he was supportive, but I didn’t know to what degree. When we had come back from ring shopping, my emotions were everywhere. I was excited for Daisy and Dart. They did belong together. A blind person could see that, and I was glad that Dart had asked me to help.
“What are your plans for tonight?”
I looked over at Daisy, still confused by my current thoughts about Dash. “What?”
“Do you have any plans?”
I shook my head. “Not really.”
“We could order take out and watch a movie.” She suggested, and I heard the hopefulness in her voice.
I continued to stare at my phone. I wasn’t ignoring her, per se. I was thinking about when we were kids, and we would watch movies together all the time. We would take turns on who would pick the movie, without any arguing. Wow, had times changed now. Things had been better since the blow up and while things weren’t perfect, Daisy was trying to make an effort.
Maybe she was doing the best that she could.
“You know,” I pointed to the TV. “There’s a Walking Dead marathon on; we could watch that,” I suggested.
“Yes,” she screamed in excitement.
“Calm down, Daisy. It’s only zombies.” I patted her shoulder because I thought she was about to do cartwheels in the living room.
“I know, I mean,” she paused, and I thought that she might burst into tears. “I’ll order the food.” She jumped up from the couch and ran into the other room.
After two episodes of The Walking Dead, several screams from Daisy when the blood and gore was on the screen, and a whole plate of fried rice was gone, my phone beeped. I saw it was a text from Dash. I swiped the screen to read it.
Glad I can still fuck you this week.
I smiled at his crassness.
So am I. Sorry about all the texts. I was excited.
Maybe, my apology and explanation would smooth over the fact that I had been in a crazy stalker mode.
Don’t be. I was happy to read them, but it would have helped if you’d sent naked