You and Miles sat together. He wasn’t paying any mind to you, just laying back against the wall with his eyes closed.

He makes an occasional “Hm” or an “Uh huh” while you rant to him about nothing in particular, switching topics every few minutes due to your hyper personality. In his opinion, you were always too cheerful and loud.

“Oh—“ you pause, remembering something. “Whats ‘perra fea’ mean?” you asked him, watching him intently as he finally opens his eyes and turns to you.

He knew exactly what it meant, and it pissed him off. “Why? Who said that?” He asked, his eyes narrowing as he thought about someone insulting you in spanish.