The Note ↠ Daniel Seavey

Chapter 11

August 25, 2017

We got out of the ocean at about two o'clock. We all dried off before everyone else headed back to our cars.
"I'll be there in a second, let me pack these few things really quick," I said, motioning down to my stuff.
"Alright, we'll be waiting."
"Okay."
I bent down and started to pack up my stuff. I heard a whistle from behind me. Man, what is it with boys today? I picked up my bag before turning around, surprised by who I saw. They were obviously surprised by the fact that they had just basically cat called their ex.
"Hayden," I said, crossing my arms.
"Kourtney."
Meet Hayden Reynolds. Perfect hair, perfect smile, perfect body, fuck boy of the year. He cheated on me after a two-year relationship almost a year ago, all because I didn't want to have sex with him. When I found out, it felt like my heart was shattered. But when I found out it was with Natalie, both mine and Nadia's (ex) best friend, it felt like it was stomped into a million pieces. Both me and Nadia blocked them out of our lives that day forward. Afterwards, Nadia spent two months trying to cheer me up. After realizing it wasn't going to happen, she called in backups; the Why Don't We boys. They sang to me until I smiled, which didn't take very much considering they all sounded like angels, were our best friends, and you can't look at the dudes without smiling. I haven't even thought about Hayden in the last four months.
"Can I help you?" I asked, looking at the time on my phone.
"Yes," he said, taking a step forward, causing me to take one back. "I'm sorry Kourtney. I've tried telling you that a thousand times. I am sorry. Stop ignoring me."
"No, I will not stop ignoring you. apology not accepted. What makes you think I'm going to forgive you after you cheated on me with one of my best friends at the time? You broke my heart, stomped on it, and threw it in the trash. But thanks for doing that, because I am very happy where I am now. I feel sorry for the next girl that gets the 'honor' of being your girlfriend. oh wait, is it still that little bitch I used to call my friend?" I snapped.
"I broke it off with Natalie after you found out. I felt bad. I still do. I'm sor-"
"No," I cut him off. "No apologies. You broke it off after this relationship ended, not while it was still a thing. Now, I have some real friends to get back to." Almost on cue, I heard Nadia pull up in my car from behind me. "And did you break it off with her, or did she find about all your other side chicks?" I turned around and walked to me car. I felt Hayden starring holes in my back. I got in and shut the door as Nadia pulled off.
"Was that Hayden?" Nadia asked, shock taking over her face.
"Sadly, yes," I responded, taking my phone out of my pocket.
"What did he want?"
"Just bull about how he was sorry, blah, blah, blah."
My phone was blowing up with messages from the group chat.

Daniel🤓: Was that Hayden?
Jack🍲: What did he want?
Zach😶: What did you say. He looked shocked when you walked away.
Kourtney💍: Yes, that was him. wanted to apologize. basically, to f off.
Daniel🤓: GO K!
Zach😶: THUSSS OUR GURLLL
Kourtney💍: Zach, please don't turn into Logan. One of him is bad enough
Zach😶: Fine
Corbyn🌽: Are we all going to your house?
Kourtney💍: Yeah, I guess. But I'm hungry so we might stop at Chipotle or something
Daniel🤓: I'm down.
Jack🍲: Yeah, let's go

"Nadia, stop at Chipotle. we're getting food," I said, shutting my phone off.
"Was going to anyways." Nadia switched lanes before pulling into the Chipotle parking lot.
-

"Hey Kourtney, someone texted you," Jack said, nodding towards my phone.
I picked it up and saw it was just an unknown number.

(123) 456-7890: Hey
Kourtney💍: Sorry, I think you have the wrong number
(123) 456-7890: This is Kourtney, isn't it?
Kourtney💍: Who are you and how did you get my number?
(123) 456-7890: Some friends gave it to me.
Kourtney💍: Okay, who are you?
(123) 456-7890: Maybe this will help jog your memory.

All of a sudden, pictures from when me and Hayden were dating started to flood my phone.

Kourtney💍: Hayden.
Hayden💔: You guessed correctly.
Kourtney💍: Who gave you my number?
Hayden💔: A friend.
Kourtney💍: Whatever. Please just leave me alone and don't contact me again. I don't want anything to do with you. We're over. We've been over for almost a year now. let it go.
Hayden💔: So, you are keeping track of time without me?
Kourtney💍: No, I'm keeping track of how many days of freedom and happiness I've had without you. now please, leave me alone. I will not hesitate to call the police and you know that. Bye.
Hayden💔: ...

Who gave this person my number? I know none of the boys or Nadia would. neither would Logan, or anyone he knows. Maybe a few people from school, but people there know what happened and wouldn't do that. Not unless they hate me, but nobody that I hate or hates me has my number.
"You ready to go, Kourt?" Corbyn asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Let's go." We picked up all of our trash before heading back out to our cars.
"Are we all going to your house?" Daniel asked, walking beside me.
"Yeah, I guess," I said, looking down at my feet, thinking about the texts.
"Is something wrong?" Daniel asked, looking at me.
"No, everything's fine," I lied. "Why?"
"Nothing, you're just acting a little off."
"Nope, everything's all fine and dandy."
"Right. well, see you in a few minutes."
"Yeah, okay."