The familiar sound of my phone wakens me out of a deep sleep. It feels as though it's 5 in the morning, but when I look at the clock, it's only 10. I push myself out the bed to see who's causing "Hollaback Girl" to be hollering so loudly. I swear I need to get a new ring tone. I look around for my phone, and realize it's sitting in the candy dish on the coffee table. I look down at the phone, and in little bright letters "AARON" stands out. This is unusual, we usally only talk on the weekends, not ten in the morning. I hestitate before answering, and when I do, he hangs up. When the screen clears, it says "4 MISSED CALLS, 1 UNKNOWN". I think it might be an emergency, and see he's called 3 times, and some 504-561-0500 number, a New Orleans downtown number. So I call him back, and he answers in a whispered tone.

Aaron-Yeah, Quinn, I think Amber has been trying to call you. If she does, don't answer the phone, she has a 408 number.
::Thinks to myself, aren't we a little old for this childish behavior?::
Quinn-Why would she be calling me? How did she get my number?
Aaron-I don't know how she got your number, but she's trying to figure out who you are. If she calls, don't answer the phone ok?
Quinn-Fine whatever, I'm going back to sleep.

I hang up, and climb back into my warm bed. I start to doze off again when all of a sudden...
"Cause I ain't not hollaback girl" just blasts in my ear. I start cursing myself for leaving the ringer on. There goes that damn 504-561-0500 number again. I answer the phone anyway, only because I'm half alseep and I know I can easily curse out whoever without really caring in my sloth state anyway.

Unknown Chick-Hi, is Melissa there?
Me-No, you have the wrong number
Unknown Chick- Oh, ok, well, may I ask who I'm speaking with?
This red flash starts going off. Downtown New Orleans number, it can't be anyone I know of that's there at the moment except for the current students at Dillard staying at the Hilton. Damn.
Me- Oh wait, I get it now, the scam. You call and ask for some random person, and when I say wrong number, you try and get me to say my name. Either you aren't that bright or you think I'm stupid.
I hang up. Of course, Amber knew I wouldn't answer some 408 number, so she called from a local number in New Orleans.

Irritated beyond words, I call Aaron to give him a piece of mind, but he doesn't answer.
I mean, we aren't in high school anymore, why act your shoe size and not your age? I've talked to him twice she's called me, and that's been about 5 times already. Now I'm trying to protect him, but I might just let the inner negro come our and give her a piece of my mind.