Plot Twist | David Dobrik

Chapter 12

Frankie Stella was on a fucking mission.

After her talk with Natalie over lunch, she had been battling how to bring up the ultimatum to David, or if she should really.

It was a week later, and Frankie came to the realization that she needed to have this ultimatum because of canceled plans because David couldn't get away from Jason.

And what did they do that night that he canceled dinner with Frankie? They watched High School Musical. Like a bunch of babies. Idiot, boy, manchild babies.

So here was Frankie, driving towards Davids house, already getting fired up, ready to attack when she pulled into the driveway and marched up the steps, swinging the door open.

The door had hit the wall a lot harder than Frankie wanted it, but she couldn't break character now, not when Natalie and David were staring at her with wide eyes.

Natalie knew this was coming and immediately stood up from her spot on the couch.

"Alright, so I'm gonna go," Natalie said before quickly pulling all her papers and her laptop before quickly scurrying out of the living room and into her own room.

To say David was confused was an understatement. In front of him was his almost kind of girlfriend, literally fuming he swore he could see the fire in her eyes.

"Hey, we need to talk," Frankie sternly stated, and David sighed. This was it, Frankie was gonna end things.

"Are you ending things because if you are, I can give you a list of reasons not to" David rambled out, and Frankie had lost a majority of her angered state. End things?

"Wait what? No, I'm not," Frankie said, confusion written all over her featured, and David let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"But you need to talk to my dad about us," Frankie said, and David ran his hand through his hair. He knew this conversation would happen soon. Sure, a month and a half wasn't soon, but it came too quick in his eyes.

"Frankie, I will," he promised, but Frankie rolled her eyes.

"No, David, you can either tell my Dad, or I will literally go and date Harry Styles," Frankie hissed, using Harry Styles as leverage. It was a known fact to David that Frankie and Harry Styles grew up next to each other in Cheshire until Jason had her move to California at the age of ten. David also knew that their relationship was completely platonic and that they were basically family friends as Frankie's grandmother lived next door to Harry, so he and Frankie were pretty much family.

Despite the fact that David knew all of this, it didn't help that the green-eyed monster called jealousy reappeared in the pit of his stomach.

"You're giving me an ultimatum?" David questioned, and Frankie nodded her head.

"Yeah, and honestly, David I'm shocked I even waited this long to do it. Call me when you grow some balls," Frankie said in finality before walking out and shutting the door behind her, leaving David alone with his thoughts.

Natalie watched from her ajar bedroom door as David groaned as he sat down on his couch, covering his face with his pillow.

He knew he needed to do this, hell, he wanted to do this, but how?

He pulled back his laptop, continuing to edit his video, and Natalie came out, not saying a word while she opened her laptop up and ran through emails and other duties David needed to have done.

It wasn't until one in the morning when David started to crumble from the lack of Frankie Stella surrounding him.

For the last month and a half, he and Frankie had gotten into a routine. She would come over around dinner time on a posting night and hang out with him, usually playing a movie that David didn't really care for. Often, one of her more favored romantic comedies while cuddled up to David.

David found comfort in Frankie, and the was she traced patterns on his chest and whisper words of encouragement when he was particularly frustrated.

And the fact that she wasn't there to make him feel better, and coupled with the fact that she told him not to call her, along with the third and final fact that he had this impending doom with her father was clouding all his thoughts.

He was fucked.

"You know what," David said, frustrated. Natalie looked up from her laptop as he ripped his headphones off and stuffed his computer, charger, and headphones into his black travel back.

"Fuck it," David added, before looking at Natalie, who was now also on her feet.

"I'm going to fucking Jason Nash's house."