call it what you want // dacre montgomery

mystery girl

dacre's pov

i knew that commenting on mona's post would cause commotion within the fandom, but at this point i couldn't be that bothered by it. yes, she is a very attractive woman. and yes, i'm in the spotlight now. but we're just friends and i didn't see it being that big of a deal. that was until the comments came flooding in, tagging me in her posts and her in mine. i forgot how much of a big deal it was for me to comment on something until this moment. i usually stay off of social media but with the tension between mona and i the past few days, i wanted to let her know that there were no hard feelings on my end, even though i was ultimately the one to blame for it.

the drama had died down only the slightest bit after a few hours. i felt bad for mona because i knew she was the one behind the scenes, only having a couple hundred followers on instagram and probably not having her notifications turned off. that's when my guilt set in. what if she was doing something important and i made her phone start going off a mile a minute? what if she comes back and the fans were mean to her? what if this stressed her out like the day in the dressing room and she completely hates me?

i shook my head slightly to try to contain the over thinking, going into my messages to start typing a new thread. i scrolled through my contacts, finding mona's name. we had exchanged numbers at some point in the first week, just to be polite and in case of needing to reach the other person for whatever reason.

i typed and retyped my message a million times, not knowing the proper way to apologise for possibly breaking someone else's phone. i finally settled on a very simple 'sorry for blowing up your notifications. hope you didn't have them on. and sorry if anyone is rude to you, i wasn't really thinking much when i commented. hope to see you at work, you're very good at your job xx'

i sent it without giving it a second thought, not wanting to overthink this as well. i looked down at the message, seeing it was delivered before actually re-reading the message back. i mentally beat myself up, realising how stupid i sounded in it but it was too late to take it back.

i was just going to leave the app when i saw the three dots pop up. those three fucking dots made my heart race and i don't know why. was i expecting her to be angry with me? was i expecting her to say everything was fine? what the hell was i expecting to come out of this? it felt like she had been typing forever before the 'it's all good' message popped up.

that's it? i thought to myself. i got all worked up over an it's all good. i got worked up over a text message period? who the hell am i? and why was i so nervous to talk to someone i've seen every day for almost three weeks all of a sudden? what the hell is happening to me? i'm not usually one to get worked up over a girl, and especially not one that probably hates my guts now.

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this was a shorter than usual chapter!! i hope you're all enjoying this story and if you are please vote to let me know to keep continuing this for more than me just letting out all of my pent up creativity that isn't very creative.