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seashore by the regrettes
y/n winced as she collapsed, the horse galloping away from her aching body. she held her arm in pain.
miles walked up to her and looked down, tutting and pouting. "did somebody fall off of the horsey? do you have a boo-boo?" he taunted, smirking at her annoyed expression.
"you're talking to me like a child." y/n groaned.
"stand up." he sighed and stepped back, watching as she stood up and wiped the wet grass from her palms on her skirt. "turn around."
y/n looked at him with an even more annoyed expression, annoyed at how miles thought he could tell her what to do all the time.
he scoffed, "turn around." his voice firm.
"i'm not gonna give you a little twirl, dipshit."
"fine. it's not like it affects me." miles walked away from her and back into the stables, just barely visible enough that y/n could see the top of his head.
that night at supper, y/n played with her food, her spoon twirling around in the gravy and her fork stabbing at the broccoli. she just wasn't hungry.
"are you okay, y/n?" flora pondered with a mouthful of water.
y/n looked up and smiled, nodding happily at the girl. "i'm fine flora. thank you for asking."
the younger girl smiled with bits of kale stuck in between her teeth.
"did someone hurt poor y/n again?" miles pouted and shoved a piece of meat in his mouth, messily chewing it.
"i'm not doing too bad." y/n dropped her utensils and pushed her chair out, stomping up the stairs and into her bedroom, slamming the door loud enough for it to echo throughout the whole house.
even though sometimes i might get real mad.
y/n didn't know why miles talked to her like she was a child, knowing that she was at least three months younger than the boy. she put it off as some kind of coping mechanism for him after the accident.
she was happy that she could talk back at least and she was growing taller, so she could physically fight back if it came to it.
two knocks landed on her door.
knowing it was miles, y/n strongly wanted to turn him away but she also wanted to yell at him, so she called, "come in."
and miles stepped in, closing the door behind him and standing at the end of her bed with his hands in his pockets. "why weren't you eating?" he asked casually.
y/n furrowed her eyebrows, "why do you keep talking to me like i'm four years old?"
"don't change the topi-"
"i don't like how you think you can talk to me like i'm a piece of shit. i don't know who used to be your punching bag at school but i'm like nobody else-" she had gotten up and walked closer to miles, her finger shoved in his chest and her face close to his, "but you can just go fuck yourself. i know i do a lot of stupid stuff but don't like you're so tough."
she was so close that he could feel her breath on his chin. miles thought it was adorable that she was trying to fight back but he only smirked, leaving the girl in a broken frown. he left the room.
the next couple of days was practically torture for poor y/n, having the older boy taunt and tease her constantly. he would talk to her as if she was dumb, asking her if she knew what simple words like 'clean' or 'dust' meant, to which she would say 'i'm not stupid, miles.' groan, huff and stomp away.
sometimes he would talk about how she would 'cry' after falling off of her horse. sometimes she brought up quint, resulting in him giving her a glare and insulting her; like that time when he called her a slit for wearing such a short skirt, to which she kicked him in the ass; literally.
today was the day y/n was going to confront him. she walked up to the boy who stood in the stables next to his horse. "hey miles." she crossed her arms.
miles turned, face straight and eyebrows furrowed.
she got straight to the point, "why are you such a dick to me?"
the boy let out a smirk and a light chuckle. "it's fun to see you struggle."
y/n narrowed her eyes at miles. "you talk to me like a bitch. do you ever hear the way that you speak?"
"of course i do." miles said.
"you don't have to be so mean just because you're weak." that sentence seemed to leave miles speechless and y/n thought she might've gone to hard on him; but it's his fault for being a dick.
