LOVED SIXTY FIVE

"Hello" the voice on the phone was peepy like a little child who was excited about something. Ophelia drew the phone from her ears as she groaned annoyed. She was still sleeping. Who calls this early? The voice was unfamiliar to her but she knew that no one would have her private line except she gave it to them. She did not know any woman who was that happy so early in the morning.

She struggled to get into a sitting position knowing that her morning voice sounded horrible. "Hello," she let out. Hearing herself made her realize how much of a growing teenage boy she sounded like in the morning.

"Oops Cade?" the voice came out and she knew that the person could tell that she was the one but was trying to get on her nerves while maintaining the appearance of being a nice person. The only person she had met in recent times who was that kind of person was Frances Gates and she immediately knew that this was the kind of stunt that she would pull.

'Bring it on B**ch' Ophelia thought to herse