———• ⚠️ mildly suggestive wordplay ⚠️
Y'all this chapters kinda long...
Miles was your partner for whatever 2 HOUR LONG FILM.
You try not to let it bother you and hide your disappointment. You straighten your posture and wait for him to sit next to you. No use fighting it anyway..
"What? Her?"
He doesn't even bother to say your name when he asks your teacher for clarification. What a prick.
"Mhm."
You hear him let out a dry chuckle, mocking her.
"An-And you think imma perform better with...?"
You don't hear him refer to you, you can only assume he's pointing to you. Ignoring his pointless protests, you write your name down on the worksheet given. You decide to speak up and tell her you don't want to work with him.
"If he doesn't want to work with me it's fine, really. I'd really... rather work with Ganke."
Ganke hears you acknowledge him and he gives you a small smile. He'd probably rather work with me too for the sake of competition.
Mrs. Gomez looks to you and back at Miles. Her gaze softens when she looks at you. ...Empathy.
...Which was ultimately the opposite of what you wanted.
"See? Why not just make life easier for both of us ah?"
"Cállate Miles! Yo hago lo que creo que es mejor. ¡Siéntate ahora mismo!"
She's about to pop a vein at this point... not hearing any more protests.. you hear his Jordans squeak and shuffle across the floor and he takes a seat next to you. Mrs. Gomez looks between the both of you and speaks after collecting herself:
"Look, I believe Y/N will help you because she's a positive influence, maybe you'll get your act together. You could learn a lot from her."
"And Miles can help you more with improving your Spanish as well as your accent. Okay?"
You shake your head in disbelief. That was her stupid ass reasoning?!
"I DO NOT. Need more help. I'm doing just fine with Spanish!"
Snickering. Miles is snickering now. I can't believe this-
"Dios Mio! Y/n you're arguing with me now? There's always room for improvement! Nobody's perfect." Pretentiously, she states this and walks to the projector to turn on the film. You slam your head on the desk dramatically and groan.
"Damn.. she for real told you to be humble.. Personally though, I think you could use a lot of my help."
You roll your face to the side to look at him as you lay on the desk..
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Entertained by your reactions, he leans forward on the chair looking at you while tilting his head to make eye contact with you. His braid falls over his shoulder. Just as you expected. He has a cocky smile. You watch him inch a little too close and whisper:
"You should use me while you can."
Straight away— your mind went to the gutter.
You would've blushed but you remember how infuriating he is. And how much he dreaded working with you anyway. He's so hot and cold.
"Use you?"
He doesn't say anything, just watches you with that same smile and eyes- half lidded again. Giving you nothing but an innocent shrug. You keep your eyes on his, then you notice two dimples on the sides of his smile.
Such a cute smile...
You internally facepalm. Why am I calling him cute now? He's just sort of good looking.. that's all. A nice smile doesn't erase the ridiculous prejudice he has against you.
Quickly putting an end to the dilemma going on in your head. Twisting your neck, you pick up your head looking back to the screen. You just mutter to yourself:
"Mkay then..."
He chuckles and picks up his paper. You fix your hair and you both read it.
"Lilo and Stitch" you find yourself smiling like a little kid due to the nostalgia.
"Yes! I love that movie."
YOU ARE READING
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚: E42! x reader
Fanfictionˏˋ°•*⁀➷꧁ 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...
