DOVANI CHANCE.
OMNISCIENT.
MAHATTAN, NY.
—☁︎︎❀☁︎︎❀☁︎︎❀☁︎︎❀☁︎︎❀☁︎︎❀☁︎︎❀☁︎︎❀☁︎︎❀☁︎︎—
THE GIRL STARED at the message she received yesterday in her DMs and the 'following' message in her notifications inbox before that.
She honestly didn't know he'd found her instagram and harass her there. Even though, harassing isn't what Dovani called it, her manager sure took it that way.
"Dovani, he's harassing you. We need to put a restraining order or something." Dovani scrunched her face up. Riah was the one that wanted to do this feature. Now she wanted to call in for a restraining order for someone that just wanted to apologize for doing her wrong.
"Ri, you doing too much. You are the one that is making me work with him and he's just apologizing for fuckin me up when I was a kid. Chill."
"Well, you were the one screaming at him in the lobby over who knows what. So, harassment would be the correct term if you hate him and he's bothering you, is it not?" Dovani rolled her eyes and went back to her phone, staring at the accept, decline or report button in her requests. She checks her request frequently because of the messages she gets from her fans.
His message was sent an hour after she just got come from her flight back home. She sighed. She didn't want to fall into this trap and get hurt by him again. The last time she did that she was destroyed and honestly thought she couldn't be fixed.
"You miss him, don't you?"
"No. He tore me down when I needed him most. Why the hell would I miss that type of feeling?" She asked, curled up under her blanket on the couch while Riah paced her penthouse.
"Not the feeling. Him. Before y'all fell out, you miss the way he comforted you, was there for you before. Being a bestfriend."
Dovani knew what she meant, just didn't want to admit it. She didn't know what she missed. Missing him was never apart of the plan. She shouldn't want what they had back. She remembered the pain he caused that day like it was yesterday and the same sharp pain in her chest stung everytime she remembered.
"No, I don't. Now, he's just a co-worker. Nothing more." She shrugged, throwing her phone down and picking up her IPad. Before she could unlock it, her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID, seeing it was her younger sister's school bringing worry to her face.
She immediately picked up. "Hello?"
"Hello. May I speak to Ms. Chance?"
"This is she."
"Hi, Ms. Chance, I was calling because of MaKenna. She has been sick all morning. We decided to wait until lunch to see if it was honestly bad before I told her we give you a call."
"Wait until lunch?— How long has she been sick?"
"Since she arrived this morning, right after breakfast."
"So, she's been sick for four hours and nobody thought to give me a call when she first arrived?" She was growing irritated. This is the second time her sister has been sick at that school and they wait hours before notifying her. She was tired of it.
