[ 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 .

“ I think it ’ s so funny that you made ‘ Careless Whispers ’ your ring tone, ” Sophia says with a smile. She avoids direct eye contact as she speaks, choosing instead to carefully study the contents of her locker. 
 
 “ Uh, yeah. Just joking around. ” I fumble with my phone, pushing every button I can to try and stop the blaring saxophone, all to no avail. The best I can do is turn it down to a lower, background level sound, so I settle for that as I rummage through my own locker to find my history book. 
 
 “ So I wanted to ask about your Facebook event, ” Sophia says. She closes her locker and slips a notebook into her backpack before facing me directly, a nervous smile still playing on her lips. “ I think I ’ m the only person you invited, and I wanted to know if there were any more people coming. ” 
 
 “ Uh, Facebook event? ” 
 
 “ Yeah. ” Sophia spins a lock of her wavy brown hair between her fingers. “ I mean, I love Café Bourgeois, and I ’ m definitely going to come. I just didn ’ t know if it was a… ” she pauses, biting her lip. 
 
 Over Sophia ’ s shoulder, I see Ashley approaching. “ I ’ m sorry, ” I say, turning back to my locker. “ Could you hold that thought? I really need to find my history book. ” 
 
 “ Yeah, sure. ” 
 
 I stare into my locker, but my right shoulder can feel Ashley ’ s warmth. After a few fruitless seconds of looking for my text book, I emerge from my locker with my most aloof look. “ Hey Ashley. How ’ s it AHHH! ” 
 
 My phone vibrates hard in my pocket. Too hard. “ Are you ok? ” Ashley and Sophia ask at the same time. 
 
 “ Yeah, I ’ m fine, ” I respond, rubbing my thigh and wincing. “ I think my phone is broken. ” 
 
 “ Ok. ” Ashley furrows her brow and closes her locker. “ I ’ ve got to get to class. I ’ ll see you two later. ” 
 
 “ Bye, ” I say, my eyes following Ashley as she walks down the hall. “ AHH! ” 
 
 I reach into my pocket and pull my vibrating phone out. “ I ’ m sorry, I say to Sophia. I don ’ t know what ’ s wrong with this thing. ” I unlock my phone, and am taken aback to see that my background has changed to a picture of two dogs salivating while a human hand rings a bell next to them. I open the settings and turn off vibrate. 
 
 “ So, as I was saying. ” Sophia rubs her arm. “ Is that Facebook event your way of asking me on a date? ” 
 
 I turn from my locker to Sophia, and am taken aback by how pretty her deep green eyes look with light shining into them. Then I realize that the light is coming from my phone ’ s flashlight application, which has turned on on its own. I open my mouth to speak, but am interrupted by my own voice. “ Uh, yeah… Is that ok? ” 
 
 “ Well, yeah, ” Sophia beams, “ that would be great! I ’ ll see you on Friday. ” She picks up her backpack and walks away, still smiling. 
 
 I stare down at my phone in disbelief. I press the selected sound bite on my now opened voice recording app. “ Uh, yeah… Is that ok? ” 
 
 “ What the hell is going on? ” I say out loud. I slip the phone back into my pocket as the school bell rings. I fumble again through my locker, searching in vain through the disorganized pile inside for my history book. I ’ ve almost given up when my phone vibrates again. 
 
 “ What now? ” I pull my phone out of my pocket, and notice that its flashlight has turned back on. Before I can turn it off, I notice that the beam of light is pointed to my history textbook. “ Huh, thanks, ” I say, placing the book in my backpack and slamming the locker shut. If I run to class, I can still make it in time. 
 
 *So, I have a date with Sophia? * I think as I run. At first the thought makes me anxious, but after a few seconds, I start to warm up to it. Sophia is smart, and easy to talk to, and cute. *We ’ ll probably have a lot of…* 
 
 My thought trails off as I run past the door of the chemistry room. I skid to a halt, and walk back to the door ’ s window. Ashley is sitting on the other side, looking back at me. She smiles and waves. 
 
 I reach up to wave back. *If only I could go out with…* “ AHH! ” 
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