Love and hate, similar enough emotions. Even with your spider sense, you could not differentiate between them as you faced the man you'd been chasing for quite some time now. In front of you is one you loved behind closed walls, he was also the one you intended on bringing to justice.

He was no better than you, he stared at you with cold eyes, unrecognizable to the ones you've grown accustomed to.

Miles felt no remorse as he fought you off, his blade cutting just above your ankle, barely missing your achilles tendon. A pain shot through your leg, immobilizing you just how he intended. He was able to make his escape, just as he did every other time.

Too many dates have been cancelled because one of you sustained way too many injuries from the other the days before to leave your houses, it was getting to a point where you only ever saw Miles at school. In an attempt to tough it out, you didn't cancel your date the next morning and met with your boyfriend.

It didn't help that the date you had planned had a whole lot of walking, you limp was obvious even though your socks hid your bandages. Unfortunately you met up at your usual spot, behind a convenience store you'd pass on the way to school, there wasn't a crowd of people to distract him from your injury.

In an attempt to trust you, which is something he's working on, he lets it go for the time being. However, he does watch you like a hawk. You were rushing from store to store, taking way too many breaks for it to be normal, you ignored your favorite stores as you passed by.

Miles knew something was wrong, and while he couldn't pin it on what, he threw this whole "trust" thing out the window. He played into it this entire date and it's gotten him nowhere.

"You didn't call me last night, now you pull up limping. It's more than 'nothing,' chica," he says, his eyes narrowing into a confrontational glare as he stopped beside his motorcycle. He did plan on taking you home, but he wasn't stupid enough to make such a dumb accusation in front of your parents.