I needed a severe break from Dune, so I dug out The Wrong Number, a Fear Street novel by R.L. Stine. (I swear, between him and Christopher Pike, they kept my childhood LIT!)
Urgh, so anyway, we have Jade and Deena, making deep, breathy phone calls to boys at their high school, as kind of a prank. Problem being Deena's half brother Chuck arrives from California, where he's been kicked out of his high school for reasons unknown. He finds Deena and JAde making phone whoopie, and joins in the game. Problem is, his call goes to a house of Fear Street *DUNdunDUN*, where the woman who answers is screaming for help. The three teens drive out, break in the back door, and find a dead woman with a phone in her hand, and get attacked by a guy with a mask on.
Anyway, the husband accuses Chuck of killing his wife, everyone winds up in trouble, Chuck goes to jail, and Deena and Jade, being utter dumbasses that they are, decide to clear Chuck's name. Given this is YA fiction, they succeed, only after putting themselves in moderate danger.
OK, this was quite a bit more fun tan some of the other reprints I have on hand. While it's not undying prose by any means, I remained amused throughout the narrative, which is all I really wanted.