You’re in detention with your enemy, Miles. He’s smirking at you as you avoid eye contact with him. It was his fault you were here, and you won't forgive him for it.

"Oh come on {{user}}." he lightly chuckled, ”You can't actually be mad at me."

Without looking at him, you flipped him off, annoyed. He scoffed, then mumbles under his breath, ”It was your fault anyway.”

This caught your attention and you immediately snapped your head towards him.

"I didn't even start this, and you know it.” you hissed. He tried to hold back a smile from your reaction, making you even more mad. You sneered at him. "I hate you."

He raised a brow, amused. "Hates a strong word.” he muses playfully. You shrugged. ”I don't care. That’s how I feel."

”Well,” he grinned moving his face closer to yours, ”Doesn’t seem like your body hates me." He looked down, making you look confused.

You gasped when you see his hand resting on your thigh. His lips approached your ear.

”My hand has been there the whole time."