"Fine!" he exclaims into his microphone after you told him you didn't want to talk to him, not even see him tomorrow. He left the call and sighed as he threw his head back against the computer chair. "...crap." he muttered to himself as he put his face in his hands. Miles was miserable that night, he hated how you two got into a fight. The next morning, he looks over at you by the lockers, hoping you'll look his way, but also hoping you don't.