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I huff and sit back down, watching him leave to dry himself off. My roommate nudges me with her elbow.
"Girl."
"What?"
"That... was weirdly hot."
"What?!" I throw her a baffled look until I really think about his voice- dripping with charisma. "Well maybe, but.. Miles is his name right? What's his deal?"
"He's pretty much a loner, I don't know much about him. Nobody does." I hum and scribble on my notebook a little, drawing circles and spots on the lines of the notebook.
"Kind of.. mysterious and hot though isn't it?"
"What?" I squint at her and purse my lips.
"I don't know- Maybe he has a good side. And his rough exterior is just to keep people at a distance."
.....
The bell rings before I can reply.
"You sound delusional." I state and get up packing my textbooks.
"Cmon, y/n I know you. I saw the way you looked at him."
"You mean... with anger?"
"Lust."
I stop and furrow my brows. Aw shit. She knows I'm down bad.
I sigh, zipping my jacket up to my chest.
"Admit it he's hot!" "Okay. Yes he's attractive but that doesn't mean he's nice."
She giggles and smiles at me eagerly.
"I think you should take your chances with him."
These few words stop me from walking away from the conversation completely. She continues:
"Maybe you should apologize?"
My ego is already practically bruised enough. I don't see why I should?
"Why the hell would I do that?" I ask her calmly as I walk out of the classroom. She struggles to keep up with me as I keep my steady pace.
"Y/n- he was just messing with you! You literally assaulted him!" I suck my teeth in but realize she's right.
"He's still a scumba-"
You go to insult him when he walks by you- his shoulder brushed against yours as he looks at you with his eyes half lidded. You keep your eyes on his while he has a tight grip on his book bag as he walks down the hallway. Your breath hitched.
How was he able to have this effect on me?
And finally you both break the eye contact and walk by eachother. You didn't even realize how you were holding your breath until you turn around to take another look at him.
To your surprise you find those same amber eyes looking back at you. His head turned over his shoulder. He flashes you a small and sly smirk.
You whip your head back and cover your face.
What the hell was that about?
"Y/N!!! Oh now you HAVE to apologize!"
You roll your eyes but your cheeks don't stop heating up. You think about it. Maybe he's not as bad as he seems?
"Fine.. maybe I will."
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚: E42! x reader
Fanficˏˋ°•*⁀➷꧁ 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...
