𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚: E42! x reader

Chapter 5: Introduction Arc 5 •𝘼𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨?

-You made the impulsive decision to make amends with Miles. The boy you splashed water at this morning and now...
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You hesitantly sit next to him, kind of facing him with one leg in the table and your other on the side of the seat. He takes his headphones off his head while you rest your hands on the seat. His body doesn't face you but he turns his head- his eyes scanning you up and down. The skeptical look on his face made it clear he couldn't predict your next words.   
You had caught him off guard this time.
"I uh. I'm sorry for.. you know.."
Wow this was a shitty start...

He arches his brows gesturing for you to continue.
"For splashing water on you, that was uncalled for. I hope you can.. forgive me?"
He processes your words and blinks slowly.
"Uh Miles?" You wave at him and move your head to face him. He snaps out of it when you call him by his name. A smirk appears on his face before he runs a finger over his lips.
"Yeah nah- it's aight."
Wow, that was easier than I thought.. and you feel a wave of relief rush over you.
"Oh good! Ah I just wanted to make sure.. I'm y/n by the wa-"
"I know who you are."
"Oh okay...?"

You don't really know what to make of it. Your gaze eventually wanders to his hands.. his bomber jacket sleeves were rolled up to his forearms. They were veiny- and bruised? The hell does he do in his free time? Fight club?
He catches you looking and puts his hands in his pockets swiftly. You decide to break the awkward silence..
"What happened to your hands? Wait don't tell me...is it a secret double li-"           

But before you're able to even finish your sentence he cuts you off, his patience running short.
"Okay- I don't know why you're talkin' to me and think we can be besties or somethin."
Huh?

"Whoa what?"                                                               
"You heard me. Last year you was some nobody. And now everybody know your name. So why you tryna make friends with someone like me. You pity me or what?"
Someone's defensive. He seriously thinks that he's some bet? This isn't some 2000s movie. What is he on?
"No, no I-I don't pity you at all." Instinctively- you put your hands up defensively while Miles?
Miles doesn't look fazed at all by your words. Gritting your teeth.
You forget about atonement.

"Look, I don't know why you're making shit all personal but you better learn to quit making assumptions so quickly. It's gonna get you nowhere."
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His eyes narrow you expect him to come up with a smooth remark. Yet, his face contorts to an ironic expression. He's amused. And he can't take you seriously. He leans in closer to you and he widens his eyes into a dumbfounded expression.
"Oh... really?"
"Yeah..?"
"Aww too bad I don't give a fuck."
Blinking in shock you move your face away from his quickly and the grin on his face wipes away instantaneously. You found yourself lacking anything to reply with.
"You. Are such a-"
"A what?" His amber eyes bore into yours, taunting you. He was waiting for a response.

  ...Don't punch him. You're better than that..anddd decide to use your "popularity" against him. Low bar. But it's the only thing you can come up with after your ego was bruised yet again by the lanky boy in front of you with a deadpanned look.   
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"You know, I think I get it, you're jealous."
As if it was a reflex- he scoffs incredulously.
"Jealous?"
"Yeah, yeah...You're upset that everyone respects me, while you-" You don't fail to point at him and continue: "brood, and put on this whole act thinking you're the shit huh? Nah, it's not at all cute Molasses. Sorry, I decided to make something of myself."
Miles without tilting his head, looks at your finger and back up to your face. You furrow your brows and glare at him before getting up and say:
"Tsk, get therapy."

Without bothering to take another glance at him you walk away from him feeling his eyes practically
burn a hole in your head.
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Ganke wraps an arm around your shoulders and questions you:
"Hellooo y/n? Why'd you just leave me at the table like that?"
Oh yeah... forgot I just dipped on him.

"No reason. I just wanted to talk to Miles."
Ganke makes a disgusted face "Morales? The emo kid?"
"Yeah.." you agree while walking beside him to go back to your table.
"HA! What could you need from someone like him?"
You roll your eyes knowing he would press you if you told him the real reason so instead you say:
"I just wanted to give him his pen back."
"Well, that makes more sense, you had me scared for a moment!" Ganke barks into laughter as you pick your bag up.
"Why would you be scared?"
"Nothing nothing! The dudes just kind of strange."
Taking his words into consideration, you turn to look at Miles who's looking out into the courtyard. Phone in his hand. He's not pissed or anything.
No.
Instead he looks.. distraught in a way.

"Yeah... strange."
.....
So much for making amends huh?
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A/N: LMAOO I'm sorry y'all he's such a dickhead but I feel it's more realistic to his character since he doesn't trust anyone after yk.. 💀 and the reader doesn't take shit like that anymore. Their personas are gonna clash a couple times!! Lmk if y'all have any questions <3!!