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Fix'd - Chapter 3

Briana fixes things, that is her superpower. She can fix a person, she can fix a situation, but she can't fix herself. What happens when a town full of secrets, lies, and shame comes to the light? How can she fix that?
Seven in the morning, Monday morning I was standing outside on the football field. Adam stood respectfully beside me and continued to check his watch every second. He was nervous to see whom I had chosen to help him workout and I was calm and composed, as I usually was in situations such as this.

"Are you sure he’s going to show?" He asked as he looked at the time on his watch again. "It’s 7:02. He’s late. Did you know he would be late? Did-"

"I’m going to have to ask you to stop asking me questions." I looked over at him. "He will show." Looking forward again, I smirked. "He wouldn’t miss an opportunity to see me again."

Just as Adam was about to protest again, I noticed a sleek black car pull up right outside the football field, and for some reason I felt myself getting nervous.

I hadn’t seen Mike in a year and for some reason I was regretting the whole meet and greet in the first place. Half of me missed him and the other half didn’t really care about his existence. I guess I had to see which half of me would win this time.

I looked back at Adam and smiled. "He showed." I saw Mike get out of the car and looked around the football field until he spotted Adam and me standing right by each other. He smiled and began his trek over towards us.

He walked at a brisk pace until I could actually start to make out the features of him that I missed the most. His cheeks were chiseled, his eyes were green and vibrant, and his hair was a dirty blonde that was tied back into a miniature man bun. He was still tall–maybe even taller. I bit my lip and turned to Adam who was already looking at Mike.

"That’s Mike Sutter," he muttered.

I nodded. "I know who that is."

He looked at me. "How the hell does Mike Sutter owe you a favor?"

I looked back as Mike was just approaching us. "Mike owes me many favors." Mike stopped and stared at me for a while and I did the same. He sized me up and down and I looked away at Adam. "Mike, this is Adam Longhart, our quarterback. He needs some help and training. Adam, this is Mike. Get acquainted. It’s going to be a long two weeks."

Mike glared at Adam and they shook hands. "Nice to meet you man," Adam started.

Mike glanced up at me. "The pleasure is all mine." His voice was silky and the only thing that could probably make my insides melt. "Let’s start with a couple of laps around the track." Adam cooperated and took off. I turned to leave. "That’s it?" I stopped. "That’s all I get?"

I turned to look at him. "You didn’t get anything."

"I get a stare and a frown, that’s what I got." He walked over to me and I took a few steps back. "What are you afraid of Briana?"

I bit my lip and took a deep breath in. "I can’t be around you."

"I’m helping him because that was the whole point."

"No, you said that you would do this if I might think about you," I stated. "And that’s what I did. I thought about you and I realized that it was a bad idea." He clenched his jaw. "You know how I feel about you."

"I know how you feel about me," he said, more to himself than to me. His green eyes studied me. "I know how I feel about you too and I know that even though you’re mad right now, you still feel the same way about me that I do about you."

I crossed my arms and looked away from him. "I don’t think the feelings that you feel for me are reciprocated." I saw his face go a bit sterner. "I’m going to be late for another appointment." I backed up a little bit before I turned around. "Thanks for helping Adam out."

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"How did meeting the Sutter boy go this time?" Angie Damons, one of my friends said as I walked into the classroom which we held our usual meetings. "I knew you were dying to see him."

"Dying?" That came from Sean Winslow. He stared at me. "She would have been dying to get away from him. What do you mean?"

"Doesn’t matter how it went." I looked at the door and noticed James Maslow walk in. His eyes were bright and blue and he studied me a bit. "We’re just glad that someone is helping our idiot of a quarterback fix his life."

I smirked as the door shut behind him. I looked around and raised an eyebrow. "Where’s Sam? I just saw her this morning? Hell, she hogged the bathroom."

Sean, leaned back in his seat and placed his legs on the table. "She had something to tend to and she said not to worry about it. Start the meeting without her."

I bit my lip and nodded. "Okay." I leaned against the teacher’s desk. "We might have to postpone on public fixings for a while."

"Excuse me?" Angie started. "This is what gets me through the day, hell the week. Why are we postponing our whole gig?"

"I know, I’m sorry. My father is all of a sudden back onto my case about going around to fix people. He doesn’t think that it’s a good idea and seeing as how he is friends with your father, the principal, then he will be up here a lot and if my name is even muttered with the word fix next to it, that’s my ass."

"What’s worse, that he can do to you?" Sean asked.

"I could make a long list of things that he could do to me right about now," I said, crossing my arms. "We just have to disband for a bit. He knows your faces and what we do together."

"By all means," James said. "We can dismantle us for a bit, but we don’t really do the fixing now, do we." I studied James for a bit. "You do the fixing, we’re just your friends who have been helped by you. What harm or shame would come with that? Even if we weren’t to help you find your clients, they would find you, hence Adam Longhart."

I nodded. He did have a point.

"That is absolutely true," Angie said. "I mean, just think about it. Maybe we can just not meet here every morning like we usually do. We can meet somewhere that isn’t inconspicuous and a little bit later during the day, so I don’t have to rush to get ready every single morning."

I smirked. "Fine. You can discuss a meeting time and where we meet." I nodded. "And we can meet there every day." I checked the clock and then looked back at my three friends. "But not before you tell me where Sam is because you all know that I worry regardless if I am told not to."

Sean looked over at Angie and Angie stared at James. I turned to James as well and he sighed. "It’s Andrea. She’s missing."

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I had Sam on the first call as I walked out of the room that we usually met in. She didn’t pick up, so I hung up and tried again and again. James met me outside, saw my panic and stopped. The fifth call, Sam answered.

"I told them not to tell you," was the first thing that she started with. "I told them not to tell you because I knew that you would be a bit more anxious than I ever am."

"How long has she been missing?"

Sam sighed. "I don’t know. She had to have been missing since last night. My mom said that right after I left she went upstairs to check on her and couldn’t find her, so she called Brad and he said that if she didn’t show by morning we could call it in."

"Why wait so long?" I screamed.

"Because no one is going to take anyone seriously who hasn’t been missing for forty eight hours Briana, you know this."

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "How many hours are we at?"

Sam stopped, most likely in thought. "I left the house around 7:30 and my mom said she went to check on Andrea at 8 and she wasn’t there, so let’s count down from there."

"We are at 12 hours. They still aren’t going to take us seriously, are they?" I asked.

"Not likely. My mom went to the police station with Brad about an hour ago." She sighed. "What are we going to do if we cannot find her?" That was panic in her voice.

Before I could respond, James grabbed my phone out of my hand. "If the police are waiting so long to find her, we will find her. All we need is the remaining 36 hours and we all will find her." He hung up the phone and threw it to me.

I caught it and sighed as I ran a hand through my moppy miscolored hair. James stared at me as I was in deep thought. I bit my lip. "Alright." I glanced at my wrist watch and then at James. "Classes start in seven minutes. I need you to get Angie and Sean up to speed with this plan that I am about to give to you. Do you understand?"

"I’ve been knowing you for a while Briana. I think that I can comprehend by now."

Rolling my eyes, I looked at my watch again. "After first period, I am going to come down with a bad case of the cramps. The only medicine that I have is in Angie’s car, so therefore I need her so I can go to her car. You follow?" James nodded, already aware of my enormous plan. "At that particular moment, we will leave campus for the remaining two periods before lunch. We are going to go find Sam and get all the information that we can, and you and Sean will meet us at lunch and figure out where Andrea could have gone or if she was kidnapped–which I highly doubt."

"I know that your plans are very extravagant, but do you think that this one will actually work?"

I shrugged. "I think of this right as it happens James. If this plan actually goes bad, it’ll be the first."

James smiled and nodded. "You do have a point there."

I looked away and the thought that crossed my mind was Mike and for some reason, I didn’t want to shake it out. I immediately just wanted to go and see how he and Adam were hanging in and if Adam was still fangirling a little bit.

I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder and James’ blue eyes bled into me. I raised an eyebrow. "If you’re going to give me some speech about how I probably need to relax I don’t need it. I’m not even the least bit stressed out."

James clenched his jaw. "I’ve known you a while Briana. I know how you are. I just need you to be careful. It’s Mike Sutter, alright? I know that is who you were thinking about." I bit my lip and nodded. "We don’t need a repeat of freshman year, now do we?"

I looked away from him. "You’re right." I sighed. "I’m being careful. I’m staying away from him as much as possible. You knew that I had to do what I had to do."

"Yeah." He placed his hand on the indent of my color bone. "He was the right person for the job, I don’t doubt you on that part, but it’s a conflict of interest."

"I’m helping Adam Longhart James. That is a conflict of interest in itself." He smirked at me.

"You’ve got a point." I smiled at him just as the bell ring.

"Action."

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I sat through the first period of the day and clenched my jaw. Time seemed to go by fairly slowly as Mr. Jacobs, our Mathematician droned on and on and on about something that no one in the class wanted to hear. I continuously glanced at the clock and while I was sure five minutes had gone by, it was really 30 seconds which I don’t think was fair at all.

After a long forty five minute lecture, the bell rang and I scooped my things off my desk and into my bag. I found my way speeding past people in the hallway who wanted to chat with me and who needed some help. I felt bad for blowing them off, but there was nothing else that I could have done. All I could do was make myself to the nurse’s office in a timely manner.

She stared at me, as I was out of breathe. "Is there something that I can help you with?"

"I," I started through breaths of air. "I am having really bad cramps."

"Alright, take a seat and fill out the information sheet on the clipboard beside it." I had never really been to the nurse’s office so this was very foreign. The nurse pointed to the seat and turned to walk away.

"If I were dying, would I have to fill out one of these sheets as well?" I muttered. She turned and glared at me and I smiled. "Totally a joke."

I sat down in the stupid seat and grabbed the stupid clipboard and then glanced at my watch and the clock that was right above the entranceway. I was down on time by two minutes already and I still had to fill out this stupid paperwork.

"Got somewhere to be?"

I was so wrapped up in my mind that I didn’t even notice the fact that there was another person in this little waiting room as I was in. He smiled at me and his hazel eyes scoped me out.

"I just, you know, period and stuff." I made a motion with my hand around my tummy and he smiled.

"Right." I drew my eyebrows together. He didn’t believe me.

"I’m seri-"

"You’re Briana Wilkens, aren’t you?"

I raised an eyebrow. "It’s not really nice to cut people off." I crossed my legs and put the clipboard on my thigh. "But yes, that is me." I stared at the clipboard and then back up at him. "And who are you?"

"I’m Ethan."

I titled my head and then actually glared at this boy. He had on a plaid shirt that was rolled up, jeans and a band t-shirt that I had never heard of. Under his plaid t-shirt, I saw a tattoo that ran up his right arm. I glared at him and noticed how attractive that he actually was. As I stared at his face, I noticed him smiling at me. I felt myself blush.

"Ethan?" We both glanced up and the nurse was standing there with a smile on her face. "I can see you now if you’re still feeling ill."

"No," he said. I glared at him and he was still looking at me. "My friend here is in dire need of your attention more than I am."

I glared at him and raised an eyebrow. "What seems to be the problem today?"

I looked briefly at Ethan once more and then at the nurse. "I’m seeming to have bad cramps today."

"And do you take medicine for these cramps?"

I smiled and stood up. "I actually left my medicine in a friend’s car. If you don’t mind me calling her to-"

"We can’t call another student out of class."

I bit my lip. This plan was turning sour by the minute. I opened my mouth to speak, but was cut of a second time by this boy whom I had never even heard of.

"By all means." I glared at him as he stood. "I don’t mind running Briana Wilkens to the nearby store down the street. I know we shouldn’t be doing this kind of thing, but I don’t think you would say anything about it." He looked at the nurse and smiled. "Right, sis?"

My face went stone cold white as I looked from him to the nurse. The nurse, whose tag read Ms. Jameson, stared at Ethan with her jaw clenched. "Ethan-"

"C’mon. We will be gone all in five minutes and no one will notice us. Just write Ms. Wilkens a pass to class and I promise that we will be back before you know it."

His sister clenched her jaw, put up a finger and vanished for a minute. I turned to glare at Ethan, but I couldn’t form the words. His sister walked back in with a pass and handed it to me.

"You be back here in five minutes Ethan," she said. She glared at me and then sighed. "And I hope your cramps get better Ms. Wilkens."

She vanished around the corner again and before I could object, Ethan grabbed my arm and smiled. "I guess we have an adventure awaiting us, huh?"

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