Page 48 of The Accidental Text

While pulling the pins out of my hair my phone beeps, and I look down to where it’s sitting on the laminate counter of my bathroom and see I have a text from Chase.

Chase:You ready to party?

Maggie:Not really

Chase:Why?

Maggie:I have no wingwoman.

Chase:Wingwoman?

Maggie:Hannah

Chase:What do you need a wingwoman for? Isn’t this a work party?

Maggie:Yes. But as it turns out, Dawson is single. Got the story wrong. And now my wingwoman has ditched me.

Chase:Ah … the plot thickens.

Maggie:Yes

I send him a crying emoji.

Chase:You know what? You don’t need a wingman. You’ve got this.

Maggie:I feel like I need a wingman.

Chase:What about Devon?

I send him a laughing emoji. The one with the tears coming out of its eyes. I’m not really laughing, but that comment was ridiculous.

Maggie:Devon would be the worst wingman ever.

Chase:I’m assuming Chelsea is out too.

Maggie:Yep. No help at all.

There’s also the issue that I’ve never said anything to them about it.

I take a breath and look in the mirror. I need to give myself a pep talk. I can be my own wingman. I will just walk myself over to Dawson, look him in the eye, and … what? What will I do? I’ll probably choke, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll walk up to him, look him in the eye, and say something about Chad. Because that’s what we do.

Chase:Your dad?

Maggie:And June?

Chase:Who’s June?

I send him off a text about June and how we think that there’s something going on between them and that she’s coming to the party.

Chase:That’s … wow.

Maggie:Yep

Chase:I don’t think my dad will ever date anyone.

Maggie:That’s what mine said.

Chase:My dad was pretty serious about it.

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