The New Kind of Quiet

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 9

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"Can you go over it one more time?" Miles asked, scratching his head as he took a sip of his coffee.

"I've already said it twice," I retorted.

"Yeah... but I need you to say it again"

"Why?"

"To make sure I heard you correctly"

"He's just like you" Mila said, trying to contain her laughter and I glared at her.

"I am nothing like Miles" I huffed, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"At least I don't let a random guy go through my phone and take my number and address while also forcing me into tutoring him" Miles laughed.

"If you heard, why did you want me to say it again?"

"Because... it's funny how your eye twitches whenever you mention his name" He admitted.

"You should've seen her face when he posted pictures of her on her motorcycle" Mila burst out laughing.

"You should've seen your face when you were on it" I snapped, a smile spreading across my face as she glared at me.

"No way, Mila actually got on your motorcycle?" Miles asked, an amused look on his face.

"I have a video." I smirked, holding my phone up to his face.

In the video, Mila was holding onto my waist shrieking as I started the motorcycle engine.

"What are you doing?" She asked, bringing her face out of my back as she stared at the phone I had in my hand.

"Just checking my hair. Helmet hair is a bitch" I answered, fixing my hair.

"You should stop. You could kill both of us."

"Mila. I haven't even started driving yet"

"You're such an ass," Mila shrieked.

She tried to grab my phone out of my hand as the bridge of her nose turned a deep shade of red but I pulled it out of her grasp.

"She hadn't even started driving," Miles laughed, clutching onto his stomach.

"You are also an ass. I'm scared of the motorcycle, it's a freaking death trap. Is that so bad?"

"You're overreacting. It's actually really peaceful. I'll teach you how to ride it some day"

"No"

"At least, you didn't embarrass yourself on campus like Olive did" Miles smirked at Mila before they both turned to me.

"I hate both of you."

"Aw, come on," Miles said, shrugging his shoulders against mine. "You know you love us"

"You'd be absolutely bored if we weren't in your life," Mila added.

She shrugged her shoulders against me on the other side so that I was sandwiched in between them.

"This is why I stopped letting you come over" I rolled my eyes, shoving them away from me. "You two always gang up on me."

"You bitch. You told me Miles didn't want me coming over again" Mila squealed, flinging a pillow at my face.

"And you told me that Mila was sick of me, asshole" Miles flung the pillow that he was holding at me as well.

"Well, you guys didn't give me any other choice." I countered, grabbing both pillows from them.