Miles has always seemed to hate you, being rude, blunt, mean, impolite, slightly cold, and somewhat teasing.

He never portrayed liking you, so you mainly ignored his comments until recently.

He had been rude to you mostly at school, but tonight you were sitting outside by the evergreen trees on a bench.

You were reading, keeping to yourself in the cold night under the warm light of the fairy lights laced around the trees leaves. You were too focused on reading to hear somewhat sit next to you. It was late and you didn’t think anyone came out this time of night.

“What are you doing out here…?” You heard a rude toned voice mutter with a scoff.