Dart and Dash - Mary Smith Page 0,5

up from my well-deserved nap, I almost thought about not going to the party. Who was I kidding? I was Dash Terrance, and I wouldn’t miss a party. I rolled off the couch and hit the shower.

As I was getting ready, I heard Dart talking to Daisy on the phone. He yelled he was leaving, but I didn’t answer him back. I laced up my motorcycle boots and headed out the door. The party was down toward Ritter Park, so I didn’t have that far to go. I jumped on my 2012 Kawasaki 2X-14R. If I’d ever love anything more in this world than my brother, it would be my motorcycle.

I started it, and the vibrations of the bike and the sounds overtook me. I couldn’t explain the sensation I got every time I was on the bike. It was almost like sex…almost. I slammed the visor of my helmet down and pulled out of the driveway.

After I found a spot to park, I followed the sounds of the bass and the crowd of people on the porch. I heard several teammates yelling my name and someone handed me a drink.

I pushed through the people, checking out each girl to see who might be going home with me tonight. Red, blonde, brunette, there was a wide variety for my choosing. A hard slap on my shoulder brought me out of the menu that was on display for me.

“Bro, what the hell?” Dart’s looked sternly at me. “You just got here and already you’re looking to leave?”

I smirked at Dart. “I’m only browsing. I haven’t decided who will be on my dessert plate tonight.”

“You’re a pig.”

“That isn’t a new topic.” I chugged my beer, still glancing throughout the room. “Holy shit.” I choked on my drink.

“What?”

“Is that—,” Unable to finish the statement. I only pointed.

“Oh, I see you’ve noticed Garnet,” Dart chuckled.

My mouth was hanging open. Her red hair hung loosely around her shoulders. She had on a deep emerald green corset that accentuated her hourglass figure. Much shorter than Daisy, her matching green mini skirt displayed her killer legs.

“No, Dash,” Dart growled. “I know that look.”

“What look would that be?”

“You know what I’m talking about. Garnet is off limits to you.”

I rolled my eyes at my twin brother. “Whatever,” I told him and turned my attention back to Garnet.

Chapter 3 – Garnet

The alcohol raced through my veins and I swayed my hips to the music. I let it overtake me, as it always did when I danced. Dancing was something I loved to do, more than breathing. Since Mom died, I couldn’t really give a fuck about anything but drinking and sex.

It kept my mind away from the fact that my mom was gone. She was my best friend and for the last year of her illness, I was the one that took care of her. Dad was always too busy with whatever business deal he was into, and Daisy was trying to climb the sorority ladder to be more popular.

Immediately, my head spun to Daisy. Growing up, I’d always looked up to her. I was very shy as a child, unless I was dancing. That’s where I shined. Daisy helped me out of my awkwardness when I started middle school. She taught me how to put on makeup, paint my nails, and flirt with guys. I thought we were best friends and would never grow apart, but we did.

When Daisy left home all I heard about was how proud my parents were of her, how great she was doing, and how amazing it was that she had Dart by her side. It’s not that I wasn’t proud of her or what she was accomplishing; I was just lost in her shadow.

When the tempo of the music changed, I decided it was time for another drink. I stumbled through the crowd to the kitchen, where alcohol bottles lined every inch of counter space. I found a bottle of Three Olives Cherry vodka and filled my glass, and then added a splash of Coke to it. I took two large gulps, letting it burn down my throat.

I walked back into the living room, stood in the corner for a moment, and looked at the crowd. More people were beginning to pile into the small house, and I started to feel smashed into the wall. My head was feeling fuzzy as I quickly downed the rest of my drink. I figured I should go find Daisy, since I told her I wouldn’t