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The Phone Call

Nod if you been played by every boo

Just tryna show you off

Thought he was the best you ever had

Until he cut you off

-That's My Girl

"I'm breaking up with you, Don," The female on the other end of the phone line vehemently bit out. "I'm breaking up with you."

Sitting at his work desk, the said purple clad turtle's mouth hung open in complete shock, confused to the core by the woman's fury directed at him from over the phone. "You're what?" Don finally managed to choke out.

"Don't play dumb Don. I saw you with Amanda Richfield after school by her car in the parking lot," the soft feminine voice accused. "And like the rest of the school, I could see your tongue down her throat from a mile away."

Don sat dumbfounded as he tried processing the girl's words, too flabbergasted by her declaration to try and convince her she had called the wrong number. Waking up this morning, Don had expected a normal day ahead of him. He had his predictable cup of black coffee before taking a cold shower to help wake himself up, and then dragged himself into his lab to start his usual night of dealing with idiots. Don had been wrapping up the last of his callers when he answered hers.

"And to think I wasted eight months of my life with you! I should've dumped you the first time you cheated on me! As the saying goes, 'fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.' I can't believe I forgave you! Tomorrow I'm coming by and picking up my stuff. We're over Don."

"I think you dialed the wrong number-" Don was able to finally get his mouth moving but the voice on the other line swiftly cut him off.

"Oh no you don't. Don't think I don't know what you're doing Don. You're trying to confuse me so I'll hang up and try calling you again only for you to block my calls. I wasn't born yesterday Don, you aren't getting out of this. Maybe when I've moved everything out you can ask Amanda to move in with you. I'm sure she'd love that."

"Listen, you dialed the wrong number. This isn't Don your boy-"

Don could feel his annoyance flare as he was cut off the second time. "Are you trying to say you're name isn't Don now, seriously?" The female on the other line chided, irritation evident in her voice.

Caught off guard by the question, The IT Tech Support turtle shifted uncomfortably in his chair as he answered in annoyance, "Yes my name is Don but I-"

"Just when I thought you couldn't get any more pathetic you try and trick me again." The female blew out over the line. She continued speaking after taking a shaky breath, as if preparing to release something from her soul. "I don't know what I ever saw in you."

Don could tell the female was winding down from her previous explosive anger. He could hear the fight retreating in her voice as a strong ache laced her words. Don considered himself the smartest of his brothers but he realized listening to this female just how much he didn't know.

An odd feeling tingled in Don's stomach at the revelation and it took him a minute to realize it was because he would never get the chance to ever mess up in a relationship with a female. A bitter laugh escaped the purple clad turtle's lips at the painful reminder. None of his brothers would get the chance. Strange how a stranger whom he'd never met could stab a knife into heart simply because she'd dialed the wrong number.

"Listen," Don tried again, making sure to keep his voice gentle as he spoke. "This number you called is for IT Tech Support, and my name may be Don - but I'm not your boyfriend. For one, I'm not in any education program, and second..." Don peered down at his mutated body. "I'm not exactly boyfriend material."

There was an awkward pause as silence enveloped the phone line and Don pushed down the strange lump forming in his throat as he waited for her to say something - anything. Seconds turned into minutes and Don felt the phone get heavier and heavier in his hand.

Finally he heard her voice. He would have missed what she had said had he not been straining to hear her speak for the past two minutes. It was a quiet 'oh' that broke the spell and Don knew then that she believed him.

"I'm sorry," She whispered, a crack in her voice when she apologized. It took Donnie only a second to realize she was about to cry when she hurriedly continued on. "I'm so sorry. I thought I called- I'm sure you're a nice guy- I - I have to go."

Don found his mouth opening to protest but by the time he started to form a word, the phone line was dead.

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Arionna Baker stared down at her phone in her lap. How could she have been so stupid? That guy- 'Don," Arionna reminded herself mentally- he didn't even sound like her Don. How did she not notice the moment that guy- 'Don,' she reminded herself a second time- answered the phone, it wasn't him.

Blowing a raspberry in frustration, Arionna thought about chucking her phone out the window. She hated confrontation. It was a weakness she hated admitting to have, but it didn't stop the overwhelming fear that engulfed her whenever she was faced with it.

It kept the redhead up the whole night, building up the courage to call Donald. Only for her lack of sleep to be wasted on some other Don who didn't deserve it. 'Maybe,' Arionna thought wishfully. 'That Don deserved it too.' Maybe he'd been horrible to his girlfriend and she was the universe's way of getting back at him for what horrible thing he'd done to her.

Don's words popped back into her mind. I'm not exactly boyfriend material. Nodding in satisfaction, Arionna hummed approvingly. Probably what his ex-girlfriend told him before she'd left him.

Throwing her hands up in the air, Arionna groaned. Who was she kidding? For all she knew, he'd never had a girlfriend. She was pathetic, trying to make up an excuse for her poor behavior towards him.

"I hate guys." Arionna moaned into her hands. They were a puzzle she could never solve. Always out of reach.

She thought she and Donald were doing good. Real good. They'd been dating throughout the last of sophomore and into the first year of college. Just a few weeks ago, he'd given her a promise ring.

Arionna felt her stomach roll. She thought they were going to get married someday when he gave her it. She'd felt so special when he slid it onto her finger, as if she was his world. Her friends had been jealous when she'd showed it to them. Now all Arionna could think about was how much of a fool she'd been.

She was played. Arionna had a suspicion he was cheating on her, again, and yet when she summoned the courage to ask him about it, he'd pulled the ring out and said everything he admired about her. How he didn't want to think about never having met her.

Staring at her phone in her lap between her fingers, Arionna felt her heart tighten. She'd been turned to a joke. Poor naive Arionna should've seen Donald cheating on her again from a mile away.

Anger began to smolder in her chest and Arionna latched on to it desperately. The memory of seeing Donald with Amanda resurfaced in her mind and Arionna stared daggers at her bedroom wall.

What a fool she'd been.

A big, fat fool.

Hot tears pricked her eyes then and before she could stop herself, she dialed a different number.

It was answered on the second ring. "Hello?"

Throat closing up, Arionna choked. "Mom, can we talk?"