Part 3The Queen Bee’s Blind Date Disaster

The day after I added them, those two contacts lay dormant in my chat list, as silent as the grave. During a boring lecture, I clicked into Blair’s chatbox and poked her.

Smiley: ?

Hello.

Smiley: Something up?

So direct? How was I supposed to respond to that?

Are you Blair Thompson?

Smiley: Yeah, something up?

Quite bold, actually. She admitted it. Alright, I’ll tease her. Looking for a relationship?

Smiley: Not considering it at the moment.

Got someone you like?

Smiley: A little interested, but not exactly “like.”

Oh, she has someone she’s interested in. I immediately typed: Who?

There was a moment of hesitation. Smiley: Who are you?

“…” Why did everyone ask who I was? What should I say?

Got it! I typed a string of words and, closing my eyes, hit send: I’m setting people up. Interested?

Smiley: Setting up what?

You know, a boyfriend.

No reply for a long time. What was it with her and the husky profile pic? Did they just love disappearing acts? I just sent over the Campus Queen Bee’s contact.

With a caption: A cute campus sweetheart, great at gaming, super handsome, and a killer voice!

These two were meant to be. I turned off my phone and focused on the lecture.