S. Orzechowski

"Andy?" I walk into the clearing. "Andy?" I cup my hands in front of my mouth, calling for him. I grumble and grab my phone from my handbag. 

"Uh- Hello?" I hear his ridiculously deep voice mumble. I hear shuffling. 

"It's Sarah. I thought we were supposed to meet?" 

"Andy, what's going on?" I hear another voice ask, this time, the voice is higher- like Kellin's. 

Shit is he cheating- wait- would Kellin cheat on Vic- wait, wasn't Kellin taken... By his parents? 

"Uhm- Andy?" I ask again. 

"Right, I'll explain later, give me like five minutes," he says before hanging up. I groan and zip my jacket up. This is what I get for coming out at 9 am, on a Saturday. I sit on a bench and close my eyes. I have one solution to my problem. I'm going to get rid of my powers the hard way. And at this point. The only way. 

"Sarah?" 

I open my eyes and stare at Andy. Oh right... "Morning," I wave awkwardly. He clears his throat and helps me up. 

"Okay, so let's check your speed. Basically, I'm going to time you and see what you can do!" He says. He runs off. "Alright, come over here!" He shouts. I shrug and start running as quickly as possible. When I stop next to him, he stops the stopwatch. (A/N: That was a lot of "stop") 

"53 seconds, pretty good. And you seem to be in control?" 

"It feels like normal running," I answer. 

"Okay, shall we check if you have super strength?" 

~~~

I flop onto my bed. It is now 3 pm, and Andy and I just finished. All he wanted to do was make sure I was in control, and wouldn't kill anyone. I roll on my side and grab my phone. I spot numerous text from Dallon about a breeze? I groan and answer him. 

Sarah- Don't you mean breeze? It is kinda chilly out

DalPal- NO. I mean BREEZY. 

Sarah- What. Who is this "Breezy" 

DalPal- A girl. A very cute girl, if I may. 

Sarah- Is she new to our school...?

DalPal- No, I've been texting this her on this anonymous site, and she suggested we meet. So I hide a pocket knife- just in case- don't worry your little head- and we met at the coffee shop. And she's fucking GORGEOUS. 

B- Shut the fuck up about this hetero nonsense. 

Sarah- WAIT. DOES DALLON JAMES WEEKES HAVE A GIRLFRIEND? 

Sarah- Bren, shut the fuck up. Dallon might finally have someone else to rant about 24/7

B- touche

DalPal- I DUNNO. BUT I GOT HER NUMBER AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO TEXT HER. SHOULD I TEXT HER? SHOULD I BE A DICK AND NEVER TEXT HER? 

B- Text her something like "sup gorl" 

Sarah- Don't you fucking dare do that Dallon

Sarah- You should set up another "meet" 

B- No, you should def text her "I think you is hotzzzzz" 

Sarah- B, how the fuck do you have a boyfriend?

B- Because I'm beautiful, and so is Ryan. Don't attack us, damnit. 

Sarah- Anyway, text her like "we should meet again." 

DalPal- K

Sarah- and if she ever texts out her feelings, NEVER ANSWER WITH "k" YOU ASS. 

DalPal- ...

DalPal- k

I groan and toss my phone on the bed. The front door opens and Dallon runs in. 

"SARAH!" He shouts from downstairs. I dash out. 

"DON'T DIE- Oh," I roll my eyes and walk down. "Wait- why did you text me about Breezy when we can just talk in person?" 

"One, because the author said so. Two, so I can get help from Brendon too," he shrugs.

 "Author- What?" 

He blinks and shrugs. "Anyway, I crashed into a pole trying to get here quicker." 

"That's why you don't text and walk you ass," I grab his wrist and drag him into the kitchen where I get an icepack. 

"Thanks," he mumbles. "I texted Breezy, but she hasn't answered me yet." 

"Did she leave you on read?" 

"No." 

"Then she's probably busy," I shrug. "Give her like 24 hours." 

"That long?" He groans. 

I nod. "That long."