STAY {Prowler Miles x Reader}

ʀɪᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟᴇꜱ

Yesterday night, it wasn't hard sneaking back into my house and packing for my dorm. My plan was to leave in the morning.

But now I have to sit in this dull class.

Notes, after notes, racing to my classes, participating in questions asked.

It was an exhausting day.

In the middle of my Spanish class, the intercom announces different names that the office wanted to see.

I mindlessly doodle on my notes when my attention was brought back by the announcement "(Y/n) (L/n), please report to the Deans office"

I sigh and put my notes in my backpack. I pull the backpack over me and stroll out the class. My classmates stare intensely the whole time. I even heard an immature blonde boy whisper "Oooo"

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I look at the desk as I sit in thw deans office in silence. Everyone had a dean organized by last name. Mine was fortunately a nice lady.

I've heard stories about their dean giving detention for two absences in one school year without a doctor note. Now that was crazy.

The old lady stares at me and sighs, "(Y/n), i'm here to address a report made by your friend and I think you know where this is going"

I sit in thought, my mind working hard as I think of all the things my friend could have said. At this point, a migraine was forming.

I clear my throat "No...I uhm...I'm not sure what-" My voice trails off as a lightbulb lit up in my head. 'oh shit.'

My deans gives me a comforting look as she fidgets with her pen. "She reported you telling her about your home life."

I shut my eyes and sigh as I feel incredibly uncomfortable at this moment.

The principal shakes her head, "After the report, police showed up at your house. Your father admitted to it. Now, since you are legally a minor, they would've sent you to an orphanage. But, luckily for you, we have a program that has parents take you in to their house" she explains.

My eyes well up with tears as I feel that horrible lump in my throat. "You mean foster care?"

She lifts her glasses up her nose, "We'll match you with a new family by tomorrow. Instead of being in the dormitory, I want you to spend time with them. Get along and come close" the principal explains, completely dismissing my break down.

I stand up from my chair. My eyes are welled up with tears, yet they don't want to fall.

"You can't just- Without telling me? Without addressing it to me before you had that police search?" My voice trembles as I feel immediate regret for telling my friend this.

I lost my family.

<>TIME SKIP<>

As you might have guessed, I didn't get much sleep last night and it wasn't because my roommate was up studying on her laptop.

The school was nice enough to get me a taxi so I can meet my "new family."

If I can even call them that. I guess I was lucky to be apart of the program. I wouldn't be too happy as an orphan either. It just isn't fair. None of this seems right. Why didn't the school talk to me to confirm instead of stupidly calling authorities.

My own thoughts were going against me as I feel it is my fault for everything that's happening.

I look out the window of the taxi.

"We're here. 8109 Harlem street" The driver spoke, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I open the car door and walk out, staring at the apartment. In the matter of seconds, a middle aged Puerto Rican woman walks out of her apartment building.

I must admit, she was very gorgeous. Her hair was curly and she wore a medical shirt. She was a medical nurse.

The curly haired woman smiles and waves me down. I walk up to her, holding onto my black backpack.

"Hola, mija. I'm Rio Morales" she introduces.

I extend my hand out for her to shake, "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Morales. If you feel more comfortable with me speaking Spanish, I would be more then happy" I state, a smile forming my lips.

Even if I wasn't too jolly and excited, I had to at least act like it.

Rio seemed to be even happier the moment I adressed her last name. "No, no. It's fine, (Y/n). You might hear me yelling at Miles in Spanglish. I hope I don't scare you away. I become a monstruo when i'm upset" she says, laughing awkwardly.

I giggle. Her energetic energy radiates and it seemed to be rubbing on me.
'She might grow on me after-all'

"Well, let's go inside, mija! Miles is out with his uncle at the moment"

I nod and let out a shaky breath

'hard part is done'