Novel & Cerita Should I Block His Number

Hayden advised. “He is lucky I didn’t block him because now that I think of it I should have just blocked him from calling me before deleting his number on my phone” “That’s true Kaylee but it’s fine since you know his number you can just ignore his call” Hayden suggested. “I think I should just get a new number because I don’t want to hear that bastard voice, not even by mistake,” I said. “I’ve told you this before get a nice number because Daniel and his stupid mother have that number and they can decide to call you anytime they like and you know that”

She hangs up and hands me back my phone. I don't know if I'm feeling pissed, violated, or relieved. "I can handle him." "Really?" Her brows nearly hit her hairline. "So how is he still able to call you?" "I..." "Need to block his pathetic ass." "How do I do that?" I pull my phone away when she reaches for it again. "No, not literally. I mean, how do I block someone I spent over half a decade with?" "Easy. Go to 'Contacts,' hit his name, and then 'Block This Caller.'"

Dad hung up and stared angrily at the phone. “Dad, why don’t you just block her number? Give me your phone.” Dad gave me his mobile and I blocked Mother's number. “Can you do that to your sisters and Dante’s number? They have been calling too, and I am not interested in hearing from any of them.” I blocked all the different numbers Dad wanted, and I was surprised by the number of people Dad needed to be blocked and was getting harassed by them, on behalf of his ex-wife.

Hadn't I already done enough of that? I had a 102℉ fever, couldn't even sit up. Shayne blocked me because I didn't reply while he was working late. It was Pudding—sweet, frantic Pudding—who barked like crazy and pawed at the neighbor's door until someone got me to the hospital. What a freaking joke. I grabbed my phone, opened the gallery. Our old lock screen photo—both of us smiling like love was enough. Reality check? I exhaled slow, hit delete.

He drops me off at Aaron's and drives off denying my offer to get something together, so I go in and get a milkshake before going out and starting my journey back to my sweet house, only to realize I can't get there without a car. I check my pocket if I have money so I could take the bus and thank god I do. I walk to the bus station and wait for the bus while scrolling through my phone for any messages. I don't have any messages since I blocked all of my friends. Should I unblock them? I should. I unblock them and messages start popping up instantly. Jack sent about 10 messages all saying where are you and apologizing for what he did earlier. Of course, I don't reply because if I do, he will

I say. Of course, it makes sense. Now that she’s said it, it sounds like the most obvious solution in the world. I’ll just avoid Ben. Block his number, ignore him in class, whatever it takes. Everything Dana and I have ever worked on tells me this is a completely unnecessary risk. My lips start vibrating again, but I’m not going to make life decisions based on just my lips. “Good.” She smiles. “Then give me your phone.” “What?” “I want to block his number and d******d a couple dating apps for you.” She wiggles her fingers. “They’re way more fun with friends, promise.”

So I whispered to Carl: “Just spam,” and shook my head. My finger lingered over the ‘block’ button, and I hesitated for a moment. Then I came to my senses. It was time to get Logan out of my life, once and for all. With a rush of confidence, I hit the button, immediately blocking Logan’s number. Then I turned my attention back to Carl.