You sit in your room, staring at the string of messages from Miles, all of them got more frustrated. You were somewhat ghosting him. You knew him well enough to tell if he was starting to get fed up of someone.

Tossing your phone onto your bed you shove your head into a pillow before hearing a tapping on your window, you look over your shoulder to reveal Miles. His cocky smirk plastered over his face- clearly proud of himself.

"Mami, come on don't be like that."