Miles Morales x Y/N (Oneshots)

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'but do, mi, ti, why not me?' 

I have a best friend Miles Morales. I has a crush on him. I think it's wrong, but I don't  really care at the same time.

  We are chilling on the school stairs during free time. "Miles? You gonna come to my house after school? It's the last day before spring break." I ask smiling while my legs are on his lap. "Oh I can't, I'm gonna be at my girlfriend's house." Miles responds.

"Wait. Girlfriend?" I ask, my smile faded. "Yeah, her name is Gwen." Miles responds again. Oh. Gwen. The girl that poured milk on me 3 weeks ago. "But miles she poured milk on me!" I argue.

"She said it was an accident. Besides, we already made out in the janitor's closet." He says like it's a fucking achievement. "Miles, you are fucking dumb! That wasn't an accident, if it was, then she wouldn't have posted it on instagram. Miles, I'm known as a clown!" I yell slightly.

"Calm down y/n, you are doing too much. I'm gonna skip to go to Gwen's." He grabs his backpack, "see ya." My eyes widen. "Wait, but can you come over after?" I grab his hand stopping him. "Nah, I'm gonna be there the whole break." He says. "But you said we can go to the beach tomorrow...I already got my bathing suit in my closet ready." I argue. Miles just shrugs. "Well, just wait until summer break." Miles says. "Miles! That's in like 4 or more months!" I yell. 

"I got a girlfriend to see, goodbye y/n." He leaves the school building. I try to chase after him but the 4th period bell rings. I go to math class and I zoned out half of the class.  I snap out of it when I hear mr. Smith say my name. "Y/n. What is the last 20 digits of pi? This'll teach you to stop zoning out in my classes! Do you even notes?!" He raises his voice. "I think it's 86280348253421170679 sir..." I choke up my tears as the class snickers at me. 

Mr. Smith snatches my notebook that has an empty page on it and shows it to the class.

"See class? This is why I teach you, so you don't end up like Y/n L/n!" Mr. Smith yells and slams my notebook back on my desk, making me flinch and making my tears roll down. Mr. Smith liked Miles more than me, I don't know why he hates me. He's a stereotypical bitch. 

I cry softly and Mr. Smith slams his ruler on my desk, also hitting my hand hard with it. I wince and look at my red hand, that used to be brown. "Get out of my class, you disgrace!" Mr. Smith screams and the class laughs louder. I grab my bag and I run out of class. I run out of the school and I run to Miles's house. I bang on the door.

His mother answers. 

"Dios mío, ¿quién está en el d- hola amor. Dios mío, ¿por qué lloras, mi amor? Y tu mano está roja y sangrando, ven, ven, déjame limpiarla hermosa". She exclaims. "Mamá, hoy ha sido un día terrible." I say, my voice cracking. She brings me inside and wraps my hand in bandages. "Where is Miles?" I ask wiping my tears. "En casa de Gwen, ¿por qué?" She responds. I completely forgot.  I hug her as a 'thank you' and I walk out of the house. I run to gwen's house.

I bang on the door repeatedly. A half naked girl opens the door. Gwen. "Where is Miles?" I ask. "He's busy, and he's not talking to no other girl." She responded giving me attitude. I ignore what she said and I just walk in. I walk into the living room and I see Miles watching Modern Family. I turn off the tv and he snaps his head towards me. "Wow, you look shitty." Miles says. "Yeah, you smell shitty. What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I yell. He flinches. "Don't act like you the fucking victim! Why would you leave me for this slut?! We were supposed to be friends!! Oh yeah, and Mr. Smith saw that his "favorite all time" student wasn't there and he took his goddamn anger out on me!! I'm the biggest clown in math class- probably the whole school! Next to the milk thing! What happened to us? You were supposed to be my best friend!" I scream. Miles just stares at me with remorse. I turn around to walk away.

I feel an arm pin me to the wall and lips on mine. It was Miles. I kiss back passionately, I dreamed of this moment. "Miles, you were supposed to be my boyfriend!" Gwen yells. Miles pulls away from the kiss. "You forced me to be your boyfriend, being your boyfriend was a living hell. You only pick on other people because boys don't want you." He says as his lips connect with mine again. I wrap my arms around his neck and his arms are around my waist. His finger is tracing the outline of my butt. We keep kissing and we force Gwen to watch, as payback. We pull away. "I'll come to your house." Miles says, smiling softly. My eyes widened and I giggle. I hold his hand as we walk out of the slut's house.

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