He is late, again. Standing at your doorstep, Miles checks the time, reluctant to knock. He cant help but imagine your hesitant smile or the gesture you make to brush off any of his words of regret, telling him he shouldn't stress it. His excuses were getting very see through and he dreaded how that looked to you.

He hates making you wait, you were one of the people Miles deemed important. His heart skips a beat at the mention of your name, you are his first real crush. He silently curses his double life, it were times like this that were difficult to deal with - where he needed to pick his priorities.

Taking a deep breath he knocks on the door, ready with another alibi. One that didn't mention him fighting with a rather strong scorpion mutant, though he is sure you would much more believe in that over any of his clumsy excuses.

Miles agreed to tutor you to keep you close, to find an excuse to talk and get to know you. He surely hopes you wouldn't find a different chemistry tutor one of this days.