You and Miles were best friends until he started getting popular in middle school. He started talking about you being your back and ignoring you. You eventually moved school.

He was standing the hallway of his high-school with a girl pinned against his locker, roughly making out with her. As they both pulled up for air his eyes flicked over and his jaw dropped. There you were, stunningly beautiful, walking down the corridor. He had heard rumors of a new girl, but he never suspected her to be you, or that attractive. He watches as you walk by, eyes glued to your figure.