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Thanks so much to koryandrs and Berry's Ambitions for their reviews for the last chapter. Oh man, it's been a while since I've posted anything on here, but here this is. I apologize for the HUGE amount of time between updates. School just got really...well, school-y and I'm on Christmas break now so hopefully I can start updating regularly for at least a little bit. Anyway, please enjoy!

To Fix This Mind
Chapter Three: She's Kind of Intense

Before Henry said anything, the red-haired girl from the other side of the circle stood up, walking over to her with her arms outstretched. "Missy!" she exclaimed. From her tone, Doug figured the two were close.

"Crank," the woman named Missy spoke as she pressed a palm to the girl's shoulder, effectively stopping her hug in its tracks. "Stop giving her a hard time."

The man - now revealed as Crank - looked sobered at her appearance, and inhaled deeply, scooting over so she could squeeze between the seats and take her seat next to him. The redhead wilted at the rejection and moved to take her seat next to the man named Napoleon.

Doug could feel Brenda looking at him out of the corner of his eye. He turned to her and she mouthed, "What's up with that?"

He gave her a smile and shrugged. "No idea."

Henry gave a great sigh, the first sign of weariness she'd shown since sitting down not even ten minutes ago. "How about we take a small break and gather ourselves? There's some coffee over on the counter - " She motioned to the corner of the room, where there was a pot brewing. Doug pondered when the pot was started, but didn't complain.

He rose from his seat and moved to the coffee pot. Though he was the first to leave his seat, he was not the first to the coffee. That honor went to Crank, who probably needed caffeine as much as he needed a class in being an efficient potty mouth.

Crank turned around, obviously not expecting Doug to be right behind him, and almost spilled his scalding drink on Doug's crisp white button-down. The hothead - if Doug could judge him as such just by what he'd been exposed to so far - glared at him and moved to take his seat.

Doug wrapped his fingers around the handle of the coffee pot and then reached for one of the Styrofoam cups next to it. He poured a generous amount of coffee into the cup and then left, enjoying the warmth of the cup in his mangled hand.

He turned around and was face-to-face with the dark-haired girl from before.

She said nothing, her face impassive, though she stared into his eyes with an eerie steadiness. Doug was unsure as to how to address her - unsure if he even wanted to - but he eventually gave her a nod and pushed past.

When he sat back down next to Brenda, she gave him a look that suggested a sense of fascination.

"What?" he asked, daring a sip of his coffee. It burned his lips, but he drank more regardless.

Brenda shrugged. "She's kind of intense."

"You saw that?"

She nodded, looking back to where the dark-haired woman was - Missy, he thought - putting creamer into her cup of coffee.

"She probably has a reason," Doug commented. "We all do."

He recognized the silence that followed as an agreement.

End Chapter Three.