#unpublishediary

In the silent classroom, the piercing ring of the phone room stole both of their attention, along with half of the class.

After glancing up quickly to see the teacher make her way to the sound, y/n brushed it off and resumed her work, scribbling the answer to a problem she finished, and turned to the boy next to her.

“Pete,” she whispered to the boy sitting next to her, but he didn’t respond keeping his eyes glued to the paper which caused y/n to scoff. “Peeta bread.” She tried again, but still nothing. Petty was the last option, “Spide-“

“Y/n,” Peter whispered trying to hide his smirk, “shut up.”

She raised her eyebrows, and playfully kicked his leg with her own, “what did you get for question seven?”

He looked back to his paper, scanning question eighteen. “How are you that behind-“

“Not everyone’s as fast as you,” she whispered, “just tell me.”

“I got-“

“Anya?” A new voice joined in. She looked up and made eye contact with her teacher across the room.

Peter didn’t look up, thinking they were going to get scolded for talking again.

It reminded him of the last time she got caught talking. They made eye contact, and the next minute they were straight up dying of laughter. They both got in trouble, and he knew that if he looked up they would be kicked out of class.

“Please come here for a second.”

His plan changed when he heard the tone of his teacher's voice, he watched y/n get out of her seat and followed her beeline to the front. The teacher quickly moved out of the way, holding the phone out for her to take, then turned to the class, “everyone keep on working.”

He looked down at his paper, but he wasn’t interested in the problems anymore.

Slightly looking up, so the teacher wouldn’t see him sneaking a look towards the front, he saw y/n take the phone, muttering something along the lines of a thank you.

The teacher moved to the other side of her desk, and started writing on a small pink slip. Why would she need a pass?

While the teacher was distracted, he tried to grab Anya’s attention by staring at her. It was the best he could do at that point and that’s when he saw it. The expression on her face changed completely. It was like she went through many emotions at once.

Shaking her head, she set the phone down, not even bothering to put it back on the stand. Then rushed out the room. Something was definitely wrong.

Peter hesitantly got out of his seat to follow her. He was expecting his teacher to tell him to sit down, but it didn’t come. Pushing open the door, he looked to the left to see y/n with her back facing him. Slowly making his way towards her, he saw her pulling out her phone a little too quickly. It fell out of her hands and onto the ground.

Peter, who already made his way to her, picked it up. “What’s going on?”

The only response he got was her taking the phone out his hands, and turning around so her back was facing him once again, her breathing turned shallow.

“Y/n?” He questioned, walking around so he could see her face again. She dialed a number and put the phone up to her ear. Waiting for someone to pick up, her eyes were glued to the floor.

“Who are you calling?” no response again.

Soon after, he heard a familiar voicemail, she was calling her mom. He waited to see what she did next. And what she did was call her mom again,

then again,

then again.

She was on her fourth call when Peter spoke up, “we could try her work phone? I don’t think she’ll answer her mobile.” he didn’t expect a reply, but attempted to speak to her anyway.

“No.” She said while shaking her head, tears threatening to drop, “She is this time.”

She turned out to be wrong, but it didn’t stop her from calling again. Every unanswered call raised her frustration and if Peter knew anything, he knew something was definitely wrong.

“Y/n-“

“Shit” Her phone dropped out of her hands again. She made no attempt to even look at it again and started to walk to her locker.

“Please calm down-“

“How the hell am I supposed to calm down Peter!” He didn’t reply due to him being in slight shock about the tone she used. “My mom— my mom she—” Her voice cracked into silence.

She didn’t attempt to say anything anymore, if there was anything y/n hated, it was crying. Especially in front of others and Peter knew that.

Not wanting Peter to see, she turned around then started walking down the hall. Her destination being anywhere but where he was.

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Peter didn’t know what her problem was. He was tempted to follow her knowing that she most likely would be leaving the school, but he already had detention two times that week. Silently cringing at the thought of how May reacted the first time, he decided against leaving school. Luckily, science was their last period of the day.

Shortly after the bell rang, he met up with Ned. They decided to get something to eat. On the way, he updated his other best friend about what went down.

After answering more questions than he was comfortable with, Ned told him not to worry about it. It didn't help him though, his mind was entirely focused on what happened. It couldn’t have been that bad. He knew y/n was known for being pretty dramatic.

“Dude, are you still thinking about this?” Ned spoke up as he held the door. “She’s just a girl who is very hard to understand, it will pass.” Peter wasn’t convinced. He turned to Ned, who was currently looking at the menu.

“You don’t get it. She looked very freaked out.”

“Listen, she’s our best friend. She would’ve called us by now if anything happe-“ Ned stopped at the sight of Peter holding up Anya’s slightly cracked phone, “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Ned wasn’t trying to dismiss the situation because he didn’t care about Y/n. He didn’t want to believe that something bad happened.

“Let’s just go to my house, and talk to her.”

Ned nodded his head, “Alright.”

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Shortly after getting their sandwiches, they decided to eat at Peter's house. Ned had to use the bathroom so Peter was waiting for him with his back against the wall.

Nothing around the store spiked his interest, until the tiny tv caught his attention.

“Breaking news. Two hours ago, the people of New York noticed smoke coming out of the well known Trident Lab building. We have been informed of a lab accident, resulting in four casualties. Carnia L/N, A female scientist known for her work around the world, being one of them. We are waiting on more information from our officials-“

“No.” Peter didn’t notice that Ned came out of the bathroom, he couldn’t believe it. He just saw the woman this morning. She was alive and well, and now she’s gone. Y/n must be- Y/n.

He turned to Ned, “we need to go right now.”