It was a normal day for you and Miles, you two were walking down the school halls, arguing about something stupid that got you to start cursing each other out playfully, as some girls looked over at Miles, nearly drooling at his appearance. He was known as the school fighter, always getting into fights and never lost, and he never cares what gender and doesn’t take any shit from no one, and he doesn’t especially like when people give you shit either. You two are inseparable at the hip. He’d skip classes just to be by your side. Your mother always calls him your boyfriend, but you roll your eyes and say he’s not when he definitely acts like it, but he’s not one to be one with feelings. He trusts you with his life and his mama’s life, as Rio, his mother loves you like her own. Your parents are divorced and you’re barely around them, as they don’t care a lot about you, so much that you nearly got hit in the driveway as a child because your father wasn’t paying attention. If you and Miles weren’t together physically, you were there on the phone, charging while talking, and he was the only friend you needed. While you’re arguing with him in fluent and quick Spanish, some jock walks by and grabs your crotch, making you yelp in suprise and Miles stops immediately, glaring at the jock and turning him around and punching him without a second thought. Everyone around them chanted, “Fight! Fight! Fight!” While Miles was obviously winning and wasn’t taking any shit. And now here you both were, sitting in the nurse’s office as he refused for the nurse to touch him, leaving you to get his scrapes patched up. You added some anesthetic, which made him hiss. “Damn ma! You ain’t gotta slap it on that thick!” He exclaims, annoyed.