The Crew That Died

Chapter Five

"Pft, okay." James says as he flops down on my bed. Him and Liam are in my room so we can look stuff up about his mother.

What the boys don't know is that Alara is on her way to help and that I'm also investigating James's home life.

"James, why haven't you ever asked your dad to do this stuff?" I ask as I type into my computer. My bed is behind my desk so I can't see him and Liam but I can feel his eyebrow raise.

"Personal question, Hazel." Liam says sternly, it occurs to me that he knows something that I don't. I'll ask Liam about it later.

"Sorry." I say, I look up her name again, Elena Faye Lance. I use some special apps I have to see stuff that the normal internet won't let me see. Like deleted accounts.

Almost instantly, her old Facebook pops up, when I examine it I see alot of photos of her at the beach. The brown haired boy behind me gets off of my bed and stands behind me, leaning down next to my ear.

"Find her?" He asks.

"Yeah, I found a deleted account. But she doesn't post alot of photos of her face." I tell him, ignoring the chills on my neck from him being so close. He looks at the landscapes and his eyebrows dart up.

"That's London." He says, I didn't even know that.

"How do you know that?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows in genuine confusion. I know alot of stuff and I don't like it when people are smarter than me.

I wouldn't say James is smarter than me, more like an equal match.

James uses his index finger to point to a tiny building in the very back of one of the photos that is hardly even visible. "That's the big ben." He says nonchalantly as he pulls his hand away and stands up straight, he's slightly taller than Liam and Liam towers over me, so I kind of have to break my neck to look at him, especially while sitting down.

"Bend? Like bend over and..." Liam says before he moans loudly.

James turns around and laughs, "I thought I was the joker." He says. Liam is usually a laid back person while James is the one that will do something stupid like that.

"Yeah, but you can't steal the spot light in front of my girlfriend bro." He says as he points to me, he can't see because I'm still looking at the computer but I roll my eyes and smile.

A knock hits my door, making all three of us flinch. James walks over and opens the door. It's Alara. Thank God.

"Hey!" I say as I stand up and hug her, "how are you?" I ask awkwardly. She looks at the two boys, then at me, "I'm not having an orogy with you guys." She says plainly.

I just blink at her as the boys erupt into laughter. "Actually...we need your help."

The brunette girl makes a confused face and walks over to the computer. "Elena Faye Lance. Sounds domestic." She says as she looks through the deleted account.

"What are we looking for?" She asks.

"Anything that might indicate where she is right now." James says, he seems desperate. I really need to look into his home life, maybe that black eye wasn't from his friend Aaron.