[ WP ] Your phone is the best wingman ( playing music at the right time , calling people , etc . ) and keeps trying to set you up with this one person . It 's starting to get creative .

The last school bus home; it ’ s not nearly as frantic as the earlier ones. Getting on the bus is MARCUS. He ’ s thin, gangly, and bespectacled which in itself is already an unflattering combination of traits; however, to make it worse, Marcus is also 15 meaning he has a face full of acne and his voice is cracking. 
 
 Marcus searches for an empty seat as he lazily strolls down the bus aisle; it ’ s been a long day and he ’ s exhausted -- 
 
 Holy shit. JESSICA ’ s sitting by herself! Marcus ’ eyes light up and he scrambles down the aisle. He plops onto the seat which grabs her attention. She ’ s making a rather displeasing face, but she is still gorgeous. Marcus ’ eyes can ’ t help but be drawn to her already fully formed, voluminous, breas -- 
 
 JESSICA: Hey Marcus. 
 
 MARCUS: Hey Jessica! How ’ s it going? 
 
 JESSICA: Good. How are you? 
 
 MARCUS: I ’ m doing great! Yourself? 
 
 As just demonstrated, Marcus isn ’ t good at talking to girls. He ’ s awkward, and slow, and awkward -- 
 
 PHONE: MOVE BITCH, GET OUT DA WAY. GET OUT DA WAY BITCH, GET OUT DA WAY -- 
 
 Oh yeah, his phone ’ s also fucked up. 
 
 Marcus doubles over to muffle his phone. 
 
 PHONE: ( quieter, but still audible ) move bitch, get out da way. Get out da way bitch, get out -- 
 
 JESSICA: Is that your ringtone? 
 
 MARCUS: Nope! ( awkward laugh ) My phone just has this minor bug where it turns on my data, downloads and open Spotify, and plays a random song ( awkward laugh again ) 
 
 Jessica looks uncomfortable. Marcus has to end this. 
 
 MARCUS: I ’ m going to sit somewhere else. Talk to you later! 
 
 JESSICA: Okay. 
 
 Marcus hurriedly grabs his stuff and hobbles away hunched over, like he ’ s concealing a boner. 
 He plops his ass on the next empty seat and the phone quiets down. He lets out a sigh of relief -- 
 
 SARAH: Hey Marcus! 
 
 Marcus has found himself seated next to SARAH, also 15 and in his class. Her stringy brown hair is sloppily wrapped in a sagging ponytail. Her eyes: mud brown, her skin: worse than his. She gives him a polite smile showing her crooked teeth ( her family can ’ t afford braces ). 
 
 MARCUS: Hey Sarah. 
 
 SARAH: How was school today? 
 
 MARCUS: Oh you know, just varying shades of terrible. 
 
 Sarah lets out a snort and a laugh. Marcus doesn ’ t notice -- 
 
 PHONE: WHEN I ’ M WITH YOOOOU, I ’ LL MAKE EVERY SECOND COUNT ‘ CAUSE I MISS YOOOOU WHENEVER YOU ’ RE NOT AROUND -- 
 
 Fuck! Marcus throws his phone into his bag and tightly huddles over it. He gives Sarah an awkward grin, she ’ s amused. 
 
 
 Back home, Marcus stomps up the stairs to his room, slams the door and throws his phone on the bed. He ’ s pacing back and forth like he ’ s about to perform a pile driver on the phone. 
 
 MARCUS: What the fuck is wrong with you?! BAD PHONE! VERY BAD PHONE! Why did you play that song in front of Jessica? And THAT song in front of Sarah? I WANT JESSICA. JES-SIC-AH! You stupid, stupid, phone. When I save up enough money I ’ m replacing you with a Galaxy Note 7 so I never have phone problems again! 
 
 
 Next morning, Marcus is still in bed, sound asleep -- BEEP BEEP BEEP! Marcus ’ eyes burst open. He sits up on the edge of his bed and turns off his alarm -- wait. He brings the phone right up to his myopic eyes: 8:45am. FUCK! 
 
 Marcus quickly gets dressed and runs out the door; chasing after the last bus to school. 
 
 
 Marcus gets on the bus all the while mumbling to himself. 
 
 MARCUS: ( under his breath ) Stupid phone, stupid phone, stupid phone... 
 
 He looks up and sees only one other person on the bus: Sarah. Their eyes meet and she waves to him. Darn, guess he ’ s sitting next to her. He walks over and tiredly plops into the seat. 
 
 SARAH: Hey Marcus. 
 
 MARCUS: Mornin ’ 
 
 SARAH: I ’ ve never seen you on the late bus before. I ’ m usually the only one here... 
 
 MARCUS: Yeah, my alarm went off at a later time than usual. 
 
 SARAH: That ’ s strange. Do you know what ’ s wrong? 
 
 MARCUS: Yeah, it ’ s probably mad at me. We had our first fight last night. 
 
 Sarah giggles at Marcus ’ “ joke ”. He realizes how crazy that sounded. 
 
 MARCUS: So why are you on the late bus? 
 
 SARAH: I live very far away. It ’ s the only bus that comes to my area. 
 
 MARCUS: Why don ’ t you move closer? 
 
 SARAH: Have you seen the houses around here? They ’ re way too expensive. My dad could never afford it. 
 
 MARCUS: Do your mom not work? 
 
 SARAH: She passed away a few years ago. She used to drive me to school. She ’ d always take me to the pancake house on Mondays for their breakfast special. 
 
 MARCUS: The waffle sticks? The ones you dip into the syrup? 
 
 SARAH: Yeah! 
 
 MARCUS: I love those! With the blueberry syrup. Amazing! 
 
 SARAH: We should... Go some time... together. 
 
 MARCUS: I doubt it. I ’ m saving up money to buy a new phone. 
 
 SARAH: ( despondently ) Oh, okay. 
 
 At school, during lunch, Marcus walks through the halls towards his locker -- 
 
 He gets grabbed by the shoulders and pinned to the wall by JACK, the quarterback for the school ’ s football team. He ’ s also 15 but he ’ s a head taller than Marcus and twice his size. 
 
 MARCUS: H-Hey Jack. What ’ s up -- 
 
 JACK: Is this your phone number? 
 
 MARCUS: Wh-What? 
 
 JACK: PHONE NUMBER? IS IT YOURS? 
 
 Marcus finally notices Jack ’ s phone in his face. He scans the phone number on the screen. 
 
 MARCUS: Yeah that ’ s mine. Where did you -- 
 
 JACK: So then you sent me this text? 
 
 MARCUS: What? 
 
 Marcus reads the text message on Jack ’ s phone, sent through Marcus ’ number: 
 
 “ Hey fuck face! You think you da shit? You. Me. Soccer field. After school. I ’ m gon na beat your faggot ass to death, bro! ” 
 
 Marcus is horrified. 
 
 MARCUS: No, no, no, that ’ s not... Oh shit. 
 
 JACK: YOU ’ RE DEAD BRO! 
 
 Jack storms off leaving Marcus to slump on the ground. Marcus pulls out his phone and glares at it like it ’ s a dog that just peed on the carpet. Marcus clutches his phone and runs to the bathroom. 
 
 
 Marcus bursts into a stall, locks the door, and holds the phone over the toilet. 
 
 MARCUS: That ’ s it man! I ’ m done with you. You have ruined my life! I ’ m gon na smash you into bits, flush you into this toilet, and let the alligators eat you! You stupid, stupid, phone -- 
 
 Marcus hears some people walk into the bathroom. Its two girls talking to each other about -- GIRLS?! Marcus suddenly remembers there being a lot of stalls in this bathroom. Oh shit. 
 
 Marcus sits on the toilet seat and lifts up his legs. He hears the conversation. One of the voices sounds familiar. 
 
 JESSICA: I know! It ’ s gon na be hilarious! 
 
 GIRL: Jack is going to beat that little dweeb into the ground. 
 
 JESSICA: I hope he scares Marcus out of this school forever. He such a little creep. Always sitting next to me, staring at my boobs. 
 
 GIRL: He probably jerks off to your pictures at home. 
 
 JESSICA: Oh God. I should block him on Facebook. He ’ s such an ugly little dork. I hope he doesn ’ t try and ask me out. 
 
 GIRL: Maybe Jack will knock his teeth out! 
 
 The two girls laugh like mustache twirling villains as they leave the bathroom. Marcus ’ head is on his knees. He wants to cry but he knows he should. That was a real blow to his self-esteem, but it will be worse if anyone catches him in the girl ’ s washroom. He listens for other people in the bathroom and slowly creeps out of the stall -- 
 
 Sarah walks out of the stall two down from his. They lock eyes; his are wide with fright, hers are blinking with confusion. 
 
 SARAH: What are you doing in here -- MARCUS: I ran into the wrong -- 
 
 MARCUS: Sorry, you go ahead. 
 
 SARAH: No, I think you should talk. 
 
 MARCUS: Right... I ran into the wrong bathroom and... uh, I thought the coast was clear. 
 
 SARAH: Yeah me too. 
 
 MARCUS: ( concerned ) You ran into the wrong bathroom? 
 
 SARAH: No, no! I was waiting for Jessica to leave. 
 
 MARCUS: Really? 
 
 SARAH: Yeah, she ’ s pretty mean to me. And I guess to you too... 
 
 MARCUS: Yeah... 
 
 SARAH: Are you okay? I heard to yelling in the stall earlier. 
 
 MARCUS: It ’ s just my stupid phone. ( he put it on counter ) I was thinking about flushing it into the toilet and just ending it. It ’ s caused me nothing but trouble -- 
 
 BUZZ. The phone vibrates and slips off the counter. Instinctually, Marcus reaches for it... but so does Sarah. They both catch the phone and their hands connect. They share a moment before Sarah lets go and Marcus pulls back his phone. 
 
 Marcus looks at Sarah. Maybe it was the lighting but she looked beautiful. She let her hair down and it was a light auburn like a warm sunset. Her eyes: bronze mirrors reflecting himself, her skin: imperfect but unique. She gave him a warm smile; a genuine smile. Marcus suddenly realized he was talking to a girl. 
 
 MARCUS: Uh, sorry. I-uh... Thanks. 
 
 SARAH: No problem. 
 
 There ’ s an awkward silence. 
 
 SARAH: I heard you ’ re fighting Jack -- MARCUS: So, how are you doing -- 
 
 MARCUS: Sorry, you go first. 
 
 SARAH: I heard you ’ re fighting Jack. 
 
 MARCUS: Yeah... 
 
 SARAH: Are you gon na be okay? 
 
 MARCUS: I doubt it. He ’ s probably gon na kill me. 
 
 Sarah walks passed him to leave but not before gingerly touching his shoulder. 
 
 SARAH: Well, good luck. Don ’ t get hurt. 
 
 She scurries off. Marcus ’ mouth is ajar. He ’ s in love. 
 
 
 On the soccer field, Jack trips Marcus and slams him onto the ground. 
 
 SPECTATORS: OOOH!!! 
 
 Jack gets on top of Marcus ready to clobber him in the face. Marcus grabs Jack by the collar and tries pushing him away. 
 
 JACK: Are you serious, bro? Why you trying to fight back? 
 
 MARCUS: ( whispering ) I got ta do something. Sarah ’ s watching me. 
 
 JACK: Sarah? ( laughs ) Is that why you sent me that text, bro? 
 
 MARCUS: Huh? 
 
 JACK: Trying to impress a lady. I can respect that. 
 
 MARCUS: Really? 
 
 JACK: Yeah. I still got ta punch you though. 
 
 MARCUS: Oh. 
 
 Jack raises his fist again -- 
 
 MARCUS: Wait! Can you take off my glasses first? 
 
 JACK: Yeah sure, bro. 
 
 Jack carefully lifts off Marcus ’ glasses and smacks him across the face. 
 
 SPECTATORS: OOOHHH!!!! 
 
 Jack stands up and towers over him. 
 
 JACK: And stay down, bitch! 
 
 Jack gives Marcus a wink and walks off with his posse. Marcus gets up and sees Jessica with her friend laughing at him. He walks over to them. 

