Miles Chase Furgishino.

You two have always hated each other. Hates a strong word, but it was the perfect one. At least you thought it was.

You had missed your courses for about a month, until you came back today. Walking through the hall, you feel a heavy glare, instantly knowing who it was you glared back but to your surprise you were greeted by a boom of the guy getting shoved back into a locker by Miles. You quickly looked away and continued walking.

It was the end of the day, you were standing under the rain roof, waiting for the rain to clear up a bit so you could start walking home. When you hear a lighter click and see a puff of smoke from a cigarette. Great, Miles.

"He was glarin'" he grumbled talking about earlier.