Hate is a strong word

Chapter 11

I woke up suddenly to my phone going off. I wiped away the sleep from my eyes. I looked at the screen, and two things immediately stood out to me.

1. It was 2 in the morning.

2. I was getting a call from Nash.

I was furious. Why would Nash call me at 2 in the morning?! Couldn't it wait till morning? Then again, I have been getting lots of weird phone calls lately, all during the late night-early morning hours.

I yawned and swiped at the screen, accepting the call.

"Hello?"

"Rebecca, we need to talk."

He sounded a little tipsy, almost like he was... drunk?

I gulped. I've watched enough hallmark movies to know that those words were never the start of a good conversation.

"What couldn't wait till morning?"

A pause.

"We need to break up."

My whole world flipped. This couldn't be happening. Nash was amazing! Definitely not the guy that would call and break up with you drunk at 2 a.m.! I gasped.

"What? Why?"

He sighed.

"I just met this other girl, and she's way better than you. I've been seeing her for a couple of days now, and I decided to get my facts straight."

My eyes started to tear up.

"So 'getting your facts straight' is telling me I'm not good enough?"

"Basically, yeah. I knew you'd understand. Goodnight, Rebecca. See you tomorrow!"

And with that, he hung up.

I gawked at the now-black phone screen. I couldn't believe this. I couldn't believe him! How could he?! Finding out he was cheating on me hurt, but not as much as when he said she was 'way better' than me. I've never had good self-confidence, but the little I had just crumbled. Also, at 2 a.m.?! And while he was drunk?! That's just rude.

I laid back in my bed and started to cry. Not cry, sob. I had only dated Nash for a little while, but he was amazing. To think that I loved him. He's a monster.

I calmed down and wiped my face with the back of my hands. I stared at the ceiling and relaxed. To be honest, this was probably best. Better he ended it before it got too serious than me later on down the road.

Your boyfriend just broke up with you. There is no good side to this! I told myself.

Yes, there is.

What?

Because it frees you up for someone else...

Images of Shawn started to float around in my head. I would've gasped, but I didn't have to energy. I was still 2 a.m.

I like Shawn?

I asked myself over and over, and after each time it felt better. Right. I kept doing it until I was certain.

I like Shawn Mendes.

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Sorry for the short chapter... and trying to fit a lot of drama into it. I'll try to space it out a little bit more. Love you guys!

-Hannah xoxo