all that glitters » david dobrik au

thirty two

I sat in his bedroom for thirty more minutes until he came back to get me.

"Sup, Julian?" I laughed at his expense, feeling even more triumphant when he seemed to cringe at the mention of his middle name. "When were you gonna tell me you had such a dorky nickname?"

"Like yours is any better," he scoffed.

"Sofia?" I pretended to frown. Clearly, David didn't know my middle name or why it was important to me. I wasn't actually offended. "Named after my deceased mother?"

"Shut up, Mona," David rolled his eyes at the guilt trip I tried to send him down. "We both have dead moms. You can't make me feel bad. Come downstairs and eat breakfast before I put you in a chokehold."

"Come downstairs and eat breakfast before I put you in a chokehold," I mocked in a childish voice, then added, "Yeah, right. I'll fuck you up, Dobrik. You haven't seen me in the ring."

"Just admit I could kick your ass if I wanted to," David opened his bedroom door and allowed me to exit first. I scoffed at his response. Sure, David had a couple inches on me, but I was stronger. David had noodle arms and chicken legs; I at least had some meat on my bones.

"You couldn't even if you tried," I laughed, noticing David slowing down in front of me. Still, it came as a shock to me when he slammed me up against the wall, not enough to hurt me, but definitely enough to take my breath away. "Jesus Christ, David."

"Say it again, Little Miss Confident," he teased, a cocky smirk on his face. I tried to push him back, but he was much stronger than I originally thought. "Not so cocky now, huh?"

It was clear I couldn't overpower him, but I could fuck with his mind a little bit. I pushed my hips up just enough to apply the tiniest bit of pressure against his, lining up my lips with his ear and
whispering, "Think about all the things we could do just—" kiss "—like—" kiss "—this..." kiss.

Each kiss trailed from his ear to his jaw and then finally to his lips. He sucked in a breath, his grip loosening just enough for me to push him completely off of me. I added, with a cheeky smile, "If only your dad weren't downstairs. Let's go. I'm starving."

"You're the fucking devil," he called after me as I quite literally skipped down the stairs, all too happy with myself. We ate breakfast (cinnamon rolls & bacon, no eggs thankfully), and then I left to go pick up Giselle and Everleigh for their last day in Vernon Hills.

We sat in the park, eating some of the grocery store sushi we stopped to get and talking about my night with David.

"I still can't believe our sweet little Virgin Mary is just a Mary now," Giselle reminiscently sighed. "It feels like just yesterday, we were laying in Ev's bed while you cried about being a forty year old virgin."

"I kind of miss when Mona was a virgin," Everleigh said.

"Ev, I was a virgin literally yesterday," I laughed.

"No, I miss when you were a desperate virgin," she corrected herself. "Like freshman year, when all you wanted to do was kiss a boy, but any chance you got, you backed out. Every party we dragged you along to, you made it your mission to kiss someone, and you always only talked to us. All it took was a move to Chicago, and suddenly, you've gone crazy."

"I haven't gone crazy," I rolled my eyes at the drama of it all. "Besides, no one liked me in Houston. That's why I didn't kiss anyone."

"You didn't kiss anyone because you were fucking awkward," Giselle laughed, taking a sip from her water bottle, before adding (with the water still in her mouth), "Everyone wanted to fuck you, but you made them uncomfortable."

"That's not true."

"Mona, you're seriously one of the hottest people I've ever seen, and I've seen Nick Jonas in person," Everleigh raised her eyebrows like that statement was supposed to make me believe I was hotter than Nick Jonas. "Andrew Bethune baked you a fucking casserole when Miss Sofia passed away. A casserole! Are you telling me he didn't want to fuck?"

"He was just being nice," I shrugged, looking down at my sushi, which suddenly became much more interesting than my friend's faces. "He was just being nice because I was the girl with the dead mom."

"That's not true, and you know it," Giselle sighed. "We're your best friends since third grade. We slept over at your house every day for two weeks. That's being nice. The junior class writing you a joint card when your dad died is being nice. Never in a million years did it cross any of our minds to make you a fucking casserole. He so wanted some, Mona, and you took the casserole and slammed the door in his face."

"You guys are making me feel bad!"

"Don't feel bad," Everleigh shrugged. "He was ugly. We're just saying that you, my dear Mona, are a hot commodity wherever you go. You are special. Don't let David treat you any differently."

"I'll keep that in mind."

i love everleigh and giselle, based on my real life friends!!

xoxo abby