Monomania ~ David Dobrik

Chapter 2

*David's POV*
I sit sluggishly on my single bed in my blue styled bedroom, ignoring the tv show that was playing in the background at the bottom of my bed right opposite me. I kick my feet out and straighten my body so that I'm lying down in my fluffy and stripy blue bedding, scrolling aimlessly through my phones newsfeed. I notice a picture on Instagram that had been uploaded by some guy I had followed who was called Ilya. I had known him for a couple years but never really spoke to him. I took a closer look at the picture, realising that someone on there looked familiar. There was him, stood with his arm around Natalie and the two other girls she was friends with stood next to Natalie, all pouting and naturally posing for the candid photograph. I tap once on the photo so I can see who's tagged and click on the user that Natalie was tagged with. It lead me to her Instagram page where I tapped to follow her and scroll through her uploads. I let out a small chuckle as I remember how cheeky she had been with me earlier that day, clearly flirting and wanting my attention, just like all the other girls that I had never given into. I had never realised how pretty she actually was until I got to have a decent look through her pictures, but it did intrigue me a little, and I wanted to get to know her a bit more. Let's have some fun...

*Natalies POV*
My phone buzzed harshly in my pocket, nothing unusual, probably just the girls from a group chat or my mom telling me dinner was ready. I pulled it out of my jeans front pocket whilst continuing to walk down the street with my dog, Fish. I rested it lightly in my palm and clicked the on/off button in order to check my notification, my heart skipped a weird beat when I saw it was David's name and I stopped in my tracks. Not because I was happy, just because it was really strange, especially after today's interactions together. I noticed it was an upload from only a day or two ago and it was probably ironic, so I thought nothing of it and slid my phone right back into my pocket. I begin walking again and my mind wanders onto another subject. I tug Fish's leash away to guide him from walking onto the busy road and walk in a straight line, paying attention to all obstacles in my way, stepping aside now and again, allowing people to pass me left and right. I realise that the night begins to draw out as the time was around 8pm and the warm sunny day turns into a mild darkened atmosphere, forcing me to take a sharp right across the street and make my way back to my home which I shared with my parents.
BUZZ
Another notification causes my phone to react in my pocket. Like before, I assumed the notification was from family or friends, this time I ignored it for a while and didn't bother taking my phone out of my pocket. I carry on walking at a faster pace down the street in order to get home quicker due to the weather becoming increasingly cold. Fish's breathing and bands were noticeable, signifying that he was satisfied with his walk and ready to head home anyway.
After around 10 minutes of trailing back with my little brown toy poodle and I was back at the entrance of the front gate of mine and my parents home. I push down the handle and let myself and my dog in the front lawn, allowing him to run free as I shut the gate behind me and bend down in order to unclip his leash setting him free. He bounds off towards the front door, ignoring the grass and any other distractions that was in our lawn. I wrap the black rope lead around my hand and into a neat circle before heading up the concrete pathway and stepping up to the door, opening it carefully. Fish runs in and greets my dad who was sat in the lounge that was directly after the hallway. The familiar smell of home and warmth consumes my body as I take my first step inside.
"Hey Nat, how was the walk?" My dad patiently asks, glancing at me for a slight moment before focusing on the tv again waiting for my response. Fish jumps up onto the grey material sofa next to him and my dad rests his arm on him, giving him a small scratch behind the ear as he licks my dads hand in return. Some rubbish game show was playing on the tv, as usual. I slip my phone back out to check my notifications again and realise that it was David, liking not two but three more of my photos. I stare down intensely and furrow my eyebrows in confusion, wondering why all of a sudden he was obsessed with my photos. "Honey?" My dad says, snapping me out of my trance. "Yeah it was good, thanks." I reply, not paying attention to him and turning on my heels in order to face the staircase before hastily jogging upstairs one stair at a time and walking in a fast pace towards my bedroom. I push open the ajar door and shut it behind me, unlocking my phone. I head to the Instagram app and take a screenshot, activating the side buttons on my iPhone and creating the shutter click before opening up the group chat with my friends and instantly sending it to them, asking them what they thought. I waited patiently for their response as I strolled over to my double bed which was covered with pink scattered fluffy cushions and plopped down on the edge. I twiddle my thumbs for a couple of seconds and look around my pale bedroom.
"I told you, he likes you!" Kristen was the first person to respond, I roll my eyes straight after reading it, but also realising they might be right after all.
"Agreed! Give him a chance, I would😍🍆." Typical response from Corinna, but I couldn't help but laugh out loud at how thirsty she could be sometimes.
Just as I think all of the drama is over for one day and my heart begins to settle back down, I see a message slide down at the top of the screen, with his name.
"Heyo" Real smooth. Not exactly the type of message you'd typically use in order to chat up a girl, but who knows what he wants. I type out a short 'Hi' in reply and click send without hesitating. I notice the message is read instantly, as if he's that excited to see my response to his exhilarating DM. A few moments go by but there's no reply. I wait a minute longer, still nothing. I sigh to myself a close my phone, tossing it onto the bed beside me.

I spend the rest of the night wondering why he'd bothered to message me and what all of that was about, occasionally checking my phone to see if he had replied but somehow I'd missed it. Nothing. He definitely knew how to get into a girls head, especially if they're not even into him. I knew his games, I knew his type.