FABLE
It's my ringtone.
As I zip open my bag I pray that it's not my mom or something embarrassing like that. I hold my phone up. No calls. Instead, I look up at Felix, who's taken his phone out of his pocket and is staring down at the lit-up screen in his hand. His mouth is twisted in disgust, like he's holding a giant cockroach instead of an iPhone. He lets it ring a while longer, then taps the screen, looking annoyed.
It stops.
I can't believe we have the same ringtone. I guess it makes sense for him to be using Déjà Vu as his – it's Fable's biggest hit after all. But still, I suddenly wish my phone would start ringing too so he'd realize that we have something in common.
Bab Populer