Female Energy, that's what I have...
Y/N, a pure daddy's girl. Rich. Pretty. A good person overall. Doesn't flex. Not a bully. That's what makes her so lovable.
So lovable that even Miles, a boy so dirty and nasty like him to fall for a good girl so...
Physics...you literally hated that class. Not only was the subject hard, you had a teacher that would yap her head off whenever she could who also has a hard time understanding that people who hate kids shouldn't be a teacher.
You came into the classroom, sighing as you set your stuff up. "Ms. L/N?" Mrs. Roman called out. You groaned as you looked up at her. The wrinkles on her face were probably collecting dust by now. "Yes?" You answered with a bit of sass. She growled as you came up to your desk.
"Everything needs to be put away. Even your little rich purse you have there.." she demanded. Here we go again.. "okay but it's a purse? My bookbag is hanged up like everyone else is. My phone is inside my bookbag, only thing in here-"
You held the purse to Mrs. Roman's face, "are feminine products and make-up. That's it." She scoffed as she walked back to her desk in defeat. You smile to yourself, knowing that this sad lump of meat was defeated.
You looked up to see your classmates walk in. One right after the other. None of them caught your eyes, until...
"Oh hey, chica~"
The suave in his voice made you swoon and melt. "Hey Miles." You greeted, trying so hard to hide the burning and passionate flame in your lungs. "Has that hag been bothering you? I heard some bickering outside while was down the hall?"
You nodded, chuckling at the old lady's attempt to disarm you of your purse. "Yeah. She just got bitchy about my purse, heh!" Miles scoffed as he leaned back into his chair, feet on the desk.
As you watched him for a while, you thought to yourself. He's too cute and too damn hot to just be a by gone. He needs to be yours. And you need to be his.
You suck at this physics stuff so..I might as well get the upper hand by asking him for help.
"Hey..Miles?" You mumbled, fumbling with your hair. He hummed, looking at you from the corner of his eyes. "I need some help with physics. Don't you mind helping me out with homework and stuff?" You asked with slight hesitation.
"Of course, just hand me your number!" He agreed with a playful tone.
Your mind was officially on-sale and marketed as baby mush. This man will be the death of you, and that's for sure...
The loud grumble of Mrs. Roman's throat displaced the conversation you and Miles were having. His eyes flatted at the sight of this beast and turned around while mumbling something in Spanish. "Are you two done talking? I have class to teach and I don't need you two disturbing the class!" She wailed. You scoffed as you turned around and faced the blank board. So much for trying to teach the class.
"Lo que sea, no es como si realmente fueras a hacer tu maldito trabajo.." Miles mumbled under his breath. Mrs. Roman turned around with scorn as she faced Miles with rage. Miles, pretty uninitiated looked at her with a bother. "Is there a problem ma'm?" He asked with no hint of care once so ever. "I'm going to need you to speak English in this class, the Spanish speaking class are down the hallway if you can't follow basic instructions." She insulted by a smirk, thinking she had won.
Before Miles could bite back at her, you jumped in with white hot anger. "The hell?! What kind of teacher are you! Who in god's green almighty Earth says that kind of stuff to a student?!" You screamed. Miles looked up at you with admiration and respect. The students around her started to jab and curse at her with disappointment. "Either you gonn' teach this class and get us out of here, or you gonn' leave ain't nobody got time for that bullshit." Miles cursed at the woman.
She huffed and stormed out of the classroom, the class going silent as her love-hands giggled on her body. "Hey, thank you for that." Miles said, his voice is now softer. You nodded. You gasped and ducked for your book bag. You took out a piece of paper and wrote your number. "Here. Maybe we can meet maybe this weekend? I'm free, I don't have practice this week because of a game."
"Hey, I'd love to come to one of your games, when's the next one?" He questioned with interest. "Uhm..so today is Tuesday, so tomorrow yeah!" You giggled. "Okay, I'll keep a mental note of that chica."\
If only he could call you chica every waking hour!
The class ended with a sour note, with an AP coming in and lecturing the class without giving them a voice. "I hope you can treat Mrs. Roman with a little more respect next time?" She asked with smug. "Maybe she shouldn't be a racist next time?" Miles fought back, his legs still on the desk. The AP sighed as she looked at Miles with scorn. "Morales, I assumed you started this..whatever the reason was it was not okay. I hate to see you back in my office already."
Your jaw dropped slightly as you were amazed by the AP's sheer ignorance. "But, she literally told him, and this is word for word-" You cleared your throat, preparing the fatty in front of her employers. "I''m going to need you to speak English in this class, the Spanish speaking classes are down the hallway if you can't follow basic instructions.. How in your mind is that okay?" You defended. Mrs. Roman cleared her throat, ashamed and bashful.
The AP looked at you, then Miles, then rest of the class. "Mrs. Roman is this true?" She asked. "No!" She whimpered.
The AP frowned and looked at her, up and down.. "I need a word with you, Mrs. Roman.." she hissed.
A/N Sorry for not updating.. school is such a bitch and I'm trying to make my chapters a bit longer!! So expect less updates than before! Again thanks for reading and interacting!!!
