the members blend together. Thereâs Nate, a wannabe gangster type; Tihn, our student government president and a competitive piano player; Stacey, a squeaky string bean who looks and sounds like a wisp of air; Clarke, an emo type with so much hair I canât see his face; Amar, who was born in India and plays in the high school band; Bryan, who Iâm pretty sure was in the resource class that I TAâd for sophomore year; Christina, whoâs active in her youth group and spends forty dollars a week on smoothies; and Carla, who could double as a multicolored bouncy ball and wears her cheerleader uniform at least once a week.
âOkay, folks. Take five.â Paisley calls out. âThen weâll come back together.â
I stand up to stretch my legs. That weirdo Miguel is edging closer to me, so I avoid him by going to the bathroom. Janae is in there, leaning in close, redoing her eye makeup. I donât know how she gets it so thick without smearing it. Itâs a talent. I smile at her in the mirror, feeling strangely shy.
When I step out, Miguel is standing there waiting. âHola,â he says.
âHow is it that Iâve never seen you before in my life, and then all of a sudden youâre everywhere I go?â I touch my earrings, trying to remember which ones I wore today. Small gold hoops. âYou stalking me?â I joke.
He looks confused for a moment. âStalking?â
Okay, so now Iâm way embarrassed. Heâs totally an ESL kid. And Iâm stuck having to find a way to define the word âstalking.â âUh, that means like watching. Watching me.â
He smiles, and recognition brightens his face in layers. âYes!â He nods. âIâm stalking you.â Thereâs a certain peacefulness about itâlike heâs happy or light or something. âItâs hard not to stalk someone so beautiful.â
Is he for real? If he wasnât so obviously clueless, Iâd think he was messing with me. Paisley saves me though. She claps her hands again. âPeople, gather up! Iâm glad youâre all getting to know each other, but weâve got some more work to get done today.â
I give Miguel a mini wave and head back to my seat. He follows me, though, and sits his butt right down next to me. This causes everyone else to shift their seats accordingly.
Dr. Paisley brings out a large dry-erase board. âHere, Cruz. Hold this for me.â She grabs the empty chair next to him. âIâll divide you into teams of two.â
We all look at each other. The lights suddenly feel way too bright.
âYour shifts will be from four to nine p.m., and weâll be open seven days a week. Weâll need to log every callâthe time it comes in, how long it lasts, the main topics discussed, and whether you give a referral.â
My brain starts to spin.
âThere are two ways calls will come in. Via live phone call and via text.â
âDo we get loaner cell phones so we can text back?â Christina asks. âBecause my parents will flip if Iâm texting strangers with my own cell.â
âNo. The texts will come in through one of the two computers we have set up in the office. They have a secure and encrypted web-based SMS-texting platform. A text will pop up on the computer, and you answer it by typing on the keyboard. You wonât be able to see the actual phone number youâre texting to for confidentiality purposes.â
Yikes. Too much to keep track of .
Paisley goes on. âI suspect youâll find the texting simpler, because thatâs how you all communicate these days anyway. Plus, you can easily collaborate on how best to help the texter. Live phone calls are harder, because although your shift partner can write notes and suggestions for you on a notepad, ultimately it comes down to you.â
Gulp . I raise my hand. âAre both partners taking calls at the same