Bold text represents the boy, Regular text represents the girl

September 25

11:16 P.M.

"Hello, I'm calling on behalf of the Anonymous Ther-"

"You just don't get a hint, do you? I really don't want to talk to you."

"Gosh, lady, what crawled up your ass? Do you honestly think that I want to spend my Friday night talking to you?"

"Well, you're the one that called me."

"This is true."

"So goodbye, for the last time."

"No, wait! Please, I'm going to get in huge trouble if I don't do this therapist shit with you. To be honest, I think this whole thing is stupid and I have no idea how to give you advice or whatever it is that I'm supposed to do. But I absolutely cannot get expelled. My parents will literally murder me, like they're going to chop my body into small bits and throw me into the Atlantic Ocean."

She laughed into the receiver, a melodious peal that instantly made his heart stop for a moment.

"Wow, that was –um- graphic. Alright, I'm in. But what's in it for me?"

"Um, my helpful counsel when you want to talk?"

"Oh, I have an idea. I'm running out of good books, so every week, you can give me a new book to read. No book, no conversations."

"Wow, you're such a nerd. Okay, we have a deal."

"Who are you, by the way?"

"I can't tell you. You know, since the program is called Anonymous Therapists."

"Right. I knew that."

"Sure."