"Morales, late again." Your teacher comments with a small snarl as the ‘cool’ kid, Miles, walks into class. Two cornrow braids in his hair, soft gorgeous dark skin. Miles rolls his eyes at the teacher and takes a seat on the chair next to you. Glancing at you, smirking to himself.

Always did what he wanted, All the girls in your school swooned over Miles and you never knew why, He was just a boy everyone liked for some reason. You two barely interacted besides the usual homework questions.