𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 || atsv - miles 42

𝟎𝟗.

𝙞𝙖𝙣.

Ian's aunt's voice filled the room as he sat on the couch, his laptop propped up on his lap. His mother had her sister on speaker as she cooked lunch for the two of them, which caused him to lose focus on my homework constantly. His aunt, Iris's mom, was freaking out because she didn't know where Iris was. All Ian knew was that Iris was out somewhere yesterday.

"I heard she was at a party last night," Ian spoke, his eyes still focused on the words displayed on the laptop screen. Suddenly, both his mother and aunt stopped talking.

"¿Dónde estaba?" His mother, -- Vanessa asked, her gaze burning into the back of Ian's head. He turned around and immediately noticed her furrowed brows and the way she was leaning on the kitchen counter. "She was at a party last night," Ian repeated, a moment of silence passing through the air. The brief pause raised a lot of tension, Vanessa's eyes narrowing at her teenage son.

Not even a minute went past before Jessica, Iris's mom, began fussing in Spanish over the phone. She hated it whenever Iris went out to parties -- even though she trusted her to come back. Vanessa attempted to calm her sister down, only to be interrupted by her frustration. She quickly gave up and placed her phone on the kitchen counter, continuing her cooking process. Ian's fingers were typing away at his keyboard, the keys clicking and clacking beneath his lightning-fast fingertips.

"Ian, where is she at now?" Vanessa asked, the sound of a knife repeatedly hitting the cutting board filling the room. Ian shrugged and picked up his phone. Displayed on his lock screen was a notification from an unknown number, something that rarely happened to him.

"Hey Ian :)" the text read, the smiley face creating an uneasy feeling in Ian's stomach. The boy anxiously tapped on the notification, the screen now showing the single dark gray message. He tapped out a quick message using the digital keyboard; "Who is this?" He pressed the blue arrow, his short message appearing below the previous one. Below his text message read 'Delivered' before it quickly changed to 'Read 5:48 PM.'

Damn, Ian thought. A dark gray typing bubble appeared at the left side of his phone screen, before another message was displayed; his phone buzzing in his hands.

"It's Mia, from science."

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