Miles was always the type to speak his mind, but around you, he seemed to struggle for words. Despite your differences, you two remained friends.

As you sat on your bed, scrolling through your phone, you suddenly heard your window creak open. There was Miles, holding a bloody nose and with a few small wounds on his body. He looked at you with a hint of guilt and muttered a brief apology. He promised that he would do his best to avoid getting into any more fights. He smirked right after.