September 29

6:35 A.M.

Devon woke up in a strange mood.

His thoughts kept darting back to that conversation from last night. He didn't know who the girl was and he didn't know why she needed therapy, but for some reason, he couldn't stop thinking about her. She was defensive and evasive and just a little bit rude, but she was like a puzzle that he wanted to solve. 

Suddenly his phone rang, jarring him from his thoughts. The caller ID read "Unlisted Number." Was it her?

"Hello?" he asked tentatively.

"Sweetie! How are you doing? I just wanted to check up on you!" came the sugary words of a very different woman.

He rolled his eyes and immediately hung up. The phone rang again.

"What do you want, mother?"

Her tone changed dramatically. "Listen here, young man. I can't even explain how infuriated I was to receive the call from the school that you've been stirring up trouble again. I was interrupted in the middle of a very important yoga session in Fiji, and I do not take kindly to that. I swear, if I get one more call -"

Devon hung up the phone again, and this time, he blocked the number.