Miles Hollingsworth Imagines //DEGRASSI//

Don't Make Me Feel Low

EmoTrinitySpirit

Summary: Miles has always flirted with Chloe, but one day when own of his basketball buddies gropes her in the hall, things take a turn.

Chloe's Point Of View-

"Hey Chloe, looking good!" Miles said with a smirk as he passed me in the hallway.

I rolled my eyes.

"He's such a man-whore," I rolled my eyes.

Grace nodded.

"He is," she agreed.

Miles had been hitting on me and throwing out comments like that since 9th grade. Nothing had come of them almost 4 years later. I really don't know how on earth he hasn't taken a hint by now.

"Miles is right you know," a boy said as he got in between Grace and I.

He was tall; probably taller than Miles by a few inches. I didn't know his name, but I knew that he played basketball with  Miles.

"You're a fine piece of ass."

He reached behind me and squeezed my ass. I pushed him away and Grace stepped forward.

"Don't touch her!" She snapped at him.

"Ooh, its goth girl," he mocked.

I pushed him backwards so that his head hit the lockers.

"Don't fucking touch me you creepy pervert!" I yelled.

He smirked.

"You're nothing but a whore."

And that's when Miles pushed me to the side and grabbed the boy's collar. He pushed him to the floor and punched him over and over again. Blood spilled from his nose.

"Miles stop!" I said as I pulled him off.

He had blood on his fists, and as Principal Simpson came around the corner there was no way Miles could hide what he had done.

20 Minutes Later-

Miles came out of the principal's office. There was no way I could just act like none of that just happened. So I waited for him to get out so that I could talk with him. I wanted to know why he did it.

"How much trouble are you in?" I asked him.

He shrugged.

"3 days suspension, and I'll be in the rubber band room for the rest of the year when I get back," he said.

"Miles...Why'd you do that?" I asked.

"I don't let other people hurt someone I care about," he stated.

Hearing that he cared about me made me feel sorry for everything bad I'd ever said about him.

"Thank you for sticking up for me...Really."

He smiled.

"I know that act like a dick a lot. I catcall you in the hallway, I make comments about how you look hot, and I hit on you a lot. But I do it because I really do like you, Chloe. I do think you look pretty today. You look pretty everyday. I hit on you because I thought maybe you'd see that I wasn't just doing it for fun after almost 4 years of it," he laughed.

I guess I was the one who probably should have taken a hint...

"You're sweet, Miles. And honestly if you'd sat down and talked with me like this and told me this Freshman year...I would've kissed you right then," I stated.

He smiled.

"Is that so?"

I nodded.

"And I know this isn't Freshman year, and we're not sitting, but I'm gonna do this..."

I placed one hand on his cheek and stood on my tippy toes. I cocked my head to the left and pressed my lips to his gently. His hands found my hips. I pulled away from
him and locked our eyes as I spoke.

"See you in three days, Miles."