Dasiey

All Black

I'm super sorry to those who were really into this if you were for the late post on my part. Life sucks sometimes I hope you enjoy it. 

Dox POV

I rounded the ass end of the Durango knowing I would most likely have to carry Dasiey up to her bed when I got her home and I'd probably just crash there, knowing her parents don't mind nor do mine. The smell of a cigarette hit me as I looked up from my feet to see Ky leaned against his car parked across from mine on the other side. Looking at him I could see why he caught Dasieys eye, not that I thought anyone was worth her precious time I was lucky to even have her as a friend she was a genuinely beautiful person that deserved the world, me being protective of Dasiey was an understatement I honestly think I am more protective than her brother Beau and that meant a lot from him. Ky was dark and gorgeous and not someone I'd see my little Dasiey putting herself out there too, but there had to be something under the visible asshole exterior that drew her to him. It worked my nerves that she struggled all this time from what he had done and never spoke to me about it. I understood her side of it because we both knew I couldn't fix something like that for her but I don't want her to ever forget that I will always be in her corner for the rest of our lives nothing could change that for me at least. Ky had the leather jacket on now that I had noticed at his feet earlier today at school when I chose to confront him on the field as the night had chilled off. It took me everything in my being not to go ask him to leave at dasieys practice today, if he didn't have such a blank face all the time you'd think he's following her around like a lost puppy. I look at him with a stiff look waiting for him to say something but I figured I would have to start this conversation and I would have to keep it quiet with Dasiey sleeping in my front seat. I don't want her panicking about anything more than she has done for the whole day. "Why are you here?" I let the words leave my mouth quietly but defensively. He just looked at me like he was trying to figure me out analyzing my every move and facial expression. "How's she been?" He spoke quietly as I had. I was surprised, to say the least, not understanding where he was coming from because he just left her high and dry. Why was he back to make sure how she was doing when he could've just asked how she was through a phone call directly to her before he ghosted her. "She fine man, why are you here, you just not going to answer my questions now?" I asked not to break eye contact making sure he knew I was being completely serious. "I need to know she's okay, that's why I am here if she isn't going to talk to me you're my best bet." He said with distaste.

I knew he didn't know I was gay and honestly, I didn't even care Dasiey never put my shit out to everyone unless she asked me first it was just something she had always done since we were kids. I knew I didn't look like I was gay and carried myself as a hetero man for the most part and Ky standing in front of me thought I had his girl under me and I was gonna let him continue to think that for Dasieys sake until she chooses to let him know that isn't the case. "Why come back to see if she's okay? When she left Georgia you were the one that decided she wasn't worth your time how do you think she was going to feel about that?" I asked knowing I was not about to tell this man shit about Daseiy for my own selfish reasons or not. He took a sharp breath in digging in his pocket taking his sweet time to respond to my question like he knew he was treading thin water and met my gaze as he lit the next cigarette taking a deep drag. He looked me straight in the face with no remorse as he spoke "I had some things I need to deal with," he said like he wasn't telling the whole story which I expected. I looked at him with disbelief getting angry with each word that left his mouth. I wondered if he knew she cried herself to sleep almost every night after she came back from ushering Beau off to college though she thought I was asleep and she'd let it all out and sometimes I'd catch her and just hold her without asking any questions knowing I wouldn't get much out through the sobs she so desperately tried to hold in as she was curled in my lap, her into me chest holding on for dear life. Not wasting any more time on this conversation afraid to wake Dasiey and her to realize what was going on I turned to walk away to the driver's seat. Him releasing I was done talking he spoke catching my attention, "Can you tell her 3.6 seconds does make a difference for me?" His tone sad he covered it quickly but I still caught in before he turned and got into the car he came in. Slightly confused about what he was talking about I slid in the driver's seat shutting the door softly in an attempt not to wake Daseiy up which did not happen in my favor when the loud exhaust was heard from behind us as Ky ripped out of the now almost empty parking lot causing Dasieys eyes to shoot open.