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Maga

“Hello, girls, how are you?” I heard a familiar male voice ask us from the doorway. When I hastily turned around, I was greeted with the most impressive golden brown eyes and a warm smile.

“IAN!” I yelled out before running towards him, and I jumped on him expecting, him to catch me, and as I anticipated, he caught me. I clutched to him like a koala.

“Oh my gosh! Scar, you have gone heavy.” he joked, and I lightly smacked him on his chest before getting down.

“Why are you coming to school a week late? And why didn't you answer my calls or texts? Do you know how worried the three of us were?” I asked him all my questions at once.

“My Abuelo (grandpa) was sick, so we had to fly back to Spain, and I am so sorry that I forgot to call you.” Ian apologized with that puppy dog eyes that he uses, and like old times, I forgive him instantly.

“I forgive you. Anyway, how is your Abuelo doing now?” I asked him.