[The incessant ringing of her phone was becoming annoying but when the texts started flashing across her screen she then realized that maybe ignoring Aiden hadn’t been the best plan.]
[text] Because I’m busy.
[text] You know when people say things are an ‘emergency’ they usually aren’t.
[text] Werewolf emergency or you didn’t do your homework emergency?

{ He nearly screamed – was she really taking the time to ask if this was that kind of emergency? Aiden would like to think at this point that if there were an emergency of that sort, she’d be one of the first to already know.. }
”You have got to be kidding me…”
[text]: No, not that kind of emergency.
[text]: The kind where I have a rather large situation in my pants and I can't fucking take care of it.
[text]: I've been going at it for the last hour -- it's getting raw.
{ Aiden offered her a knowing smile, crawling through the window as quickly as he could. Once inside the room, he paused...
[ Jackson gazed down at the text a little perplexed wondering if the male had mixed up his number with someone else....