Earth- 42
8:34 am
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You sit in Physics and yawn. Still tired from last nights encounter and you hadn't managed to sleep a wink. You woke up suddenly at 4 am after having a dream about him- and you're embarrassed.. someone you don't even know. Yet you still fantasize about his fingers wrapping around your waist as he's about to unmask himse-
"Y/n. Am I boring you?"
You jolt as your professor Mr. Jenkins looks at you with a frown and his eyes filled with disappointment. He knew you as a star student. Well- his star student, you're normally attentive in his class.
"No I'm sorry sir.. I just didn't get enough sleep."
You hear someone chuckle to your left. About a desk away from you. It was a boy with a black bomber jacket on. His skin was smooth yet there was something rugged about him. His braids were loose on his back as his right hand spun his pen swiftly. His eyes twinkle a little deviously as his lips curve to form a smirk. Yet he keeps his head forward. He just screamed bad news.
The fuck is he laughing at? What's his name again? Kilometers?
Miles. You've had a few interactions with him but nothing more or less. Just classmates.
Unfortunately- you were still cranky after not getting enough sleep.
"You find something funny? Hm?" You practically spit the words out at him.
Despite your attitude, he keeps his smirk on his face. Still not looking at you. He shuts his eyes and opens his mouth.
"You didn't get enough sleep huh? Who was keeping you up?"
Your eyes widen-
I thought this dude was nice?! but immediately your mind goes to him insinuating some nasty things.
"What?! You motherfu-"
"Y/N! Quit starting arguments in my class!"
Your best friend whispers sharply not to start anything-
You ignore them and get up and stand across from this arrogant boy. He's leaning back in his seat now as he tilts his head at you. Looking up at you with his amber eyes.
I don't care how hot he is, he's still a dick head.
"Don't suggest some nasty shit like that again-"
"What? Whatchu gonna do about it?" He folds his arms, keeping his challenging gaze on you.
You try and steady your breathing but you ball up your fists and practically shake with anger.
You didn't know how to deal with confrontation so early in the morning especially with a smooth talker.
You grab his classmates water bottle.
"Y/n what the-"
and go to splash him when he rises up from his seat and grips your wrist suddenly. How did he...
"Nice try querida."
He says this huskily and it goes straight to your core and your stomach knots-
Jesus get a grip.
You snap yourself out of it when his grip tightens around your wrist. You realize the bottles still pointed to him. You squeeze the bottle and it shoots water to his face he immediately lets go of your wrist and grunts.
"You little-"
"Whatchu gonna do about it?" I mock him and his stupidly sexy accent.
"Y/N. ENOUGH. GET BACK TO YOUR SEAT!" The professor suddenly breaks and yells.
"Sheesh... " you mutter and walk back to your seat.
"Mr. Morales get yourself dried off."
"The hell? You're not gonna say anything to her?!"
"Well. You started it." Mr. Jenkins tells him while shaking his head. God he is so my favorite professor.
Miles scoffs and takes his stuff, going to the bathroom.
What a warm introduction.
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚: E42! x reader
أدب الهواةˏˋ°•*⁀➷꧁ You're on the same earth as Miles Morales.. except here he's The Prowler. And you have an infatuation with his alter ego. And you're both people hiding secrets from one another. But he does seem to despise you. You have a feeling there's...
