𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 ༄ 𝐌. 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒

GUYSSS ❤️ guess who it isss... ITS OWNER 2 !! IVE RISEN FROM MY LESBIAN COMA :DD and i'm here to write a chapter. AHEM. so basically the premises is that miles is the big bad wolf and he bullies u and then u guys go out.

okay i should start

-in which you and miles make some chemistry while being enemies ... (nerdy! y/n)

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-𝗠𝗬 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗗 week at Westview Highschool. its been nice so far, i even did cheer tryouts! and of course, ya girl made it on the team! being a flyer sounds great, i can't wait to do stunts. ANYWHO, there's been this dude that has just been getting on my nerves. his name is ... mikey? something with a M. i don't know, he just sucks. the worse thing is, he's so cute. and he plays basketball. like ARE YOU SERIOUS? why does he have to be a BITCH for?

i'm actually on the way to my second period, which is .. *you'd look down on your schedule you were holding*  living environments! basically a fancy way of saying science. i'm pretty sure that ole boy mikey is in that class. butttt i'm lowkey excited because i've caught me staring at me A LOT. mama did always say boys are mean if they like you.

"AH, MS. (l/n) FINALLY APPEARS! you're a minute late." your science teacher would say, while the classroom door would slam behind you.

the slam intended everyone in the class to look up at you. what a wonderful entrance. your eyes would to trace over the class until you saw him, he had a smirk on his face while chuckling a little.

your eyes traced back over to your science teacher. "yeah, sorry mr. ferguson. so um, where do i sit? you'd ask.

mr. ferguson would raise his hand, pointing at the empty seat next to mikey. "over there, next to the lovely miles morales."

OHH, his name is MILES. what a jock name. "oh okay, thank you." your legs would step over to him, making a praying motion with your hands. which made some students giggle a little. you'd perch on the chair, trying to avoid making eye contact with him.

"hey, ms. (l/n.) why are you late?" miles would ask, turning his head towards you. because you didn't like him, you would give him a stink face.

"why does it matter why i'm late? mind your own sir." you have a little dance party in your brain because you thought that was the best comeback in the world.

'you're so cool (y/n!)' you'd think to yourself.
miles would make a stink face back, you could tell he was about to say something rude.

"ight, i'll mind my own business. at least i can see why nobody talks to your loser ass." miles would redirect his eyes back to mr. ferguson.

alrighttt, he's being a bitch for nothing once again. "okay dickhead." you'd mumbled under your breath.
miles would cock his head back to you,

"whatchu just say?" his voice would raise a little, making everyone in the class turn around to see what was happening.

"i said OKAY DICKHEAD because you're doing way too fucking much." you'd say back, standing up from your seat. miles would do the same, flipping his chair backwards. mr. ferguson would start making his way down the classroom aisle. everyone had their eyes on you too.

"DONT FUCKNG PLAY WITH ME, (Y/N!) I COULD FUCK YOU UP RIGHT NOW BUT MY MOM TOLD ME NOT TO HIT GIRLS!" miles would scream, you would snicker a little from the mom comment. did this nigga really think you were scared of him? he must not know who you are.

"okay miles, first of, don't get your panties in a motherfucking twist. second, i'm not scared of you. so pick up that chair and sit your ass right back down. learn how to be nicer to girls, maybe you'll get some-" your voice would turn into a whisper,
"bitches."