Be My Valentine?

Forty

A/N:
Buxom.
That's it, that's the note

Miles Hayes' POV:

"Why are you sulking" I ask as I exit the elevator to find her in the hallway, stress walking barefoot in full glam and a gorgeous dress on. It was hard keeping eyes off her.

I'm the one who should be sulking right now after my father just fried my brain out. Yes, I know I wasn't listening but doesn't change the fact he came to his own son to shit talk about his own daughter. Like how hateful you got to be?

"I'm not sulking" she glares, not stopping her stress walk and I try to hide my smile when I remember.

"Don't you have a date to go to?" I snicker and she snaps her eyes at me about to shout with some snarky comeback but decides against it with a sigh.

"I got stood up" she whispers almost inaudibly and I push back my smile, forcing myself to stay calm.

"What was that? You need to speak up, I can't really hear you"

"I got stood up, okay? You were right." She turns on her heels, ready to head back into her apartment. "I shouldn't have agreed to this stupid thing anyway"

"Olive?" She stops, turning to face me, "what?"

"You're dressed anyway, let me take you out, it'd be a waste for all that time you spent on your hair and makeup" I say and she's about to refuse but I speak up once again.

"I'm starving so I'm not really taking no for an answer" I say and turn back to the elevator and press the button.

"Go on, get your shoes" I say and she hurries inside, returning with high heals on and we make our way to the car.

I can't believe she was going to wear this short, sexy of a outfit with him. Hm glad I got to him before he could get his chance.

Now before you call me immoral for being the reason behind her stood up date... in my defense, she would've never agreed to dinner with me otherwise. And I can't afford that with all the limited chances I have, I'll take any I can get.

Besides, it's not like I blackmailed the guy with dirt anyway... I really didn't.

Okay, who am I kidding?

But I had no other choice and the guy's name was fucking Buxom. Who the fuck names their kid Buxom? What kind of name is that? Sounds like a condom brand. His parents definitely needed that if they came up with a name like Buxom.

I hate Buxom. Not personally just his name. Okay, maybe a little personally but you can't blame me.

His name was his first red flag. And him asking her to dress "accessible" another.

God knows what else he had talked to her about.

Wait, does she know his name is Buxom? She can't possibly have talked to him if she knew that was his name let alone agree on a date... right? RIGHT????

I'll have to ask her.

Wait no, she'll know I did something or I wouldn't know his name.

God give me strength to not blatantly ask her about her choice in men. More specifically their names.

Wait, thats bad, I was also her choice of man.

I'm an exception of course.

Even if she by any chance knew his name was Buxom, doesn't mean she has taste in men with bad names, does she?

Miles. That is a fucking good name.

What the fuck is Buxom?

You should run some more Miles. Fuck. Never mind. But it is still better compared to fucking Buxom.