Miles was a good a kid, as much as he could be at least. Spiderman thing aside, slipping grades aside... he tried to be good, it wasn't his fault trouble seemed to follow him. And by trouble he meant you.

"If you're going to follow me to the library, could you at least be quiet" he sighed, putting his book down and pinching the bridge of his nose. You continued to be loud, just to spite him.