Miles was in the boxing team for y’all’s school. He had always wanted to be a boxer since he was little. Now that he’s 15, in high school, and is a sophomore, he’s able to join the school’s boxing team.

He had many punching bags at home, in his room, or he’d go to his uncle’s, Uncle Aaron’s, house to practice boxing with bigger punching bags. He was a great boxer, one of the best in his team, and you guys would practice together most of the time.

He had also decided to teach you boxing so you could protect yourself in case someone, A.K.A, his ex girlfriend, Tamika, tried to fight you, since she thought you and Miles had something going on, but in reality you guys were only best friends.

One day, Miles had a tournament against another school’s best boxer, the match ended in a tie. After the match, you were patching up his wounds. As you did so, you ended up slightly hurting him, so he jumped.

“M-Ma.! That hurt.. Be more careful next time, baby..”

He’d always call you nicknames in Spanish or English, which also lead Tamika to think you guys had something going on, but you were just friends. But you didn’t mind the nicknames.