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Classmate

PART TWO

PART ONE

Earth 42!Miles Morales x fem!reader

Synopsis! For the life of you , you couldn’t understand why Miles had it out to get you so bad. If it wasn’t for the mid-year seat change, he wouldn’t have even acknowledged your existence.

Genre: light fluff, enemies to lovers like troupe, light bully!Miles

Warnings: mentions of violence, slight foul language but that’s it enjoy!

Word count: 3k

Authors comment: I hope u guys like it, kinda rushed toward the end. Again sorry for any bad Spanish! Feel free to leave a like <3

Unknown: Come outside.

Sat up lousily on your dorm mattress, you couldn’t stop staring at the text that lit up your phone screen five minutes ago. The TV playing reruns from late night shows on adult swim, specifically “Mike Tyson’s Mysteries”, was only on for background noise at this point.

I mean who text a random number, no introduction, no name, not even a hey. Just “come outside”, let alone at two o'clock in the morning.

You were apprehensive to say the least, but it piqued your curiosity as to who got your number and decided to pay a visit to your school this late at night, or rather early in the morning.

More than likely this was a wrong number situation, at least that was the justification you made in your head. That this wasn't some crazy stalker waiting for you outside.

You set your phone down, ignoring the message.

Your brain, being the adversary it was, ran right back to thoughts of Miles. He had been stuck in your head from the moment he was sent to the principal for fighting John earlier that day. The image of him panting heavily as he pounded John's face into the varnished tile floor of the school refused to leave your head, burrowing itself deep into your thoughts. The way his breathing calmed and his pupils lost their sharp glare when he made eye contact with you. It didn’t help that your stomach flipped uncontrollably at the thought of Miles beating John into practically a puddle for you.

The actual reason Miles fought John was still unknown to you.

It could’ve had nothing to do with you. It could’ve been something completely irrelevant from you, something John had said or done to Miles that didn’t involve you or what you had told him only an hour prior to the incident.

But you knew it was because of you.

And hell, you wanted it to be.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The unknown number flashed across the screen of your phone, pulling you from the inner workings of your mind. You hesitated, squinting your eyes.

Clearly this person had intentionally gotten your number, making you wonder if this was some needy weirdo trying to link up.

Taking a second to contemplate how this could possibly affect your future, you answered.

screw it.

The other side of the line was silent. “...hello?” “Can you hurry up?”.

Three beeps were heard, indicating the call was disconnected. What was said sounded more like a demand than a question. From the abrasive inflection, as well as the call being hung up without giving you a chance to reply, you could easily depict it was Miles.

Speak of the devil.

Getting up from the bottom bunk, careful to not make too much noise and wake up Mei, you went and looked out the window. Miles was outside staring mindlessly at his surroundings, hands crossed over his chest as he leaned on a speed limit pole seperating the sidewalk from the road.

You gazed at him for a second, taking in his appearance. It was the first time you had seen him outside of his uniform, or at least the first time you were aware of.

Sighing a breath of relief and annoyance, you decided to go outside. Slipping on your fluffy pale army green monster slippers and a black hoodie entirely too big for you over your pajama shirt and shorts combo, you opened the window. The breeze from outside crashed in like a wave engulfing you, forcing a chill up your spine.

You were lucky you got the dorm with the fire escape attached, otherwise you would've had to go into the halls and evade the guards who were entirely too serious about their job.

…

Hopping off the last rusted stair, your feet met Brooklyns cement. The New York streets were quieter than their usual deafening commotion tonight. It was almost serene, all the iridescent lights of the buildings and streets flowing in unity, the fires that burned atop of the roofs creating beautiful inconsistency to the mesh of dimly lit fixtures.

Miles gazed at you as you walked over, amusement spreading over his eyes. Your appearance was unkempt, contrasting your usual put together character. You didn’t have on the makeup he regularly saw you in, but in all honesty you looked the same to him.

Frankly, it wholeheartedly annoyed Miles you were so beautiful to him, if not prettier now that he’s caught sight of your bare face. It was weird for him to see you outside of your ironed school attire. But what was odder, your sleepy appearance felt strangely domestic to him, almost causing a sense of familiarity and warmth to spread over him.

It was definitely something he wouldn’t mind getting used to.

“How did you get my number?” you asked skeptically, breaking him from his daze. He looked at you dismissively,“don’t worry ‘bout it.”. You rolled your eyes, annoyed by his disregarding answer. He fell silent for a moment staring at you.

Miles wasn’t going to tell you how he got your number. He spent hours tediously asking around for it, at some point giving up and using his prowler technology that’s original purpose was to find the quickest communication to villians and searched you up. Extremely drastic? Yes. Was he here now with your number? Also yes.

“Is there a reason I’m out here?” You yawned out bluntly, crossing your arms. The hours of sleep you’d been putting off kicked in, hitting you like a bus. Miles cocked his head at you, “Watch your tone ma, Ion’ care how tired you are.” There it was again, that stupid nickname that made your stomach do cartwheels.

You rolled your eyes, pursing your face to hide the smile that wanted to creep to your lips. You untucked an arm out at him lazily, implying for him to speak.

Miles licked his lips and took a deep breath, biting his lower lip as the exhale left his nose. He wouldn’t consider himself nervous to ask you to dinner, but the thought of you meeting his mom, especially per her request, unconsciously made his shoulders tense.

You waited expectantly for Miles to speak, blinking a few times. He sighed again, “Mi mama wants you over for dinner on Friday, I’ll send you the address.”. Before you could even process what he said to you, he started walking away. “W-what? Wait why?” You gaped incredulously at his fleeting figure. He kept walking, ignoring your confused protest.

You never thought you would see the day where you dreaded a Friday. But here you were, contemplating jumping off Visions Academy’s roof as you stared at Miles' text, “Be here at 5:45” with his address.

The week had passed quicker than you would’ve imagined. It felt like time sped up just because it knew how distressed you were. You had been on edge since Monday night when Miles decided to pay you a visit, and it was obvious to everyone around you. It didn’t help when you told Mei about Miles little drop by and she freaked out more than you did, making you more anxious than before. By the way she was acting, you would’ve thought she was the one who actually had to go to the dinner, not you.

What was worse, Miles kept leaving you on read, only responding twice throughout the week to your frantic messages.

The first being “stop spamming I’m busy.” and the second days later, “I muted you.”.

All day your leg couldn’t stop bouncing.

You weren’t not going to show up to the dinner. Even though Miles was being more impudent than usual, if his Mother really wanted to meet you then you were going to make a good first impression. Missing a dinner she invited you to was not the way to do that, so you suffered through the anxiety that gnawed at your body.

Had anyone else's mother invited over for dinner, it wouldn’t have affected your mental health. But this wasn’t just anyone’s mom we’re talking about here, it was Miles' mom. And as much as you would like to pretend you didn’t, you liked Miles, which meant making his mom like you was on the top of your list.

You had taken your time picking out an outfit, making sure it wasn’t anything too revealing but still had style. Your makeup and hair looked the best it ever had, you weren’t playing around today.

The time was nearing 5:15, and you were at the florist boutique, picking out a nice bouquet that your wallet agreed with. You and the owner were working very hard to find a fitting bouquet.

“So what about these begonias and tulips? They are always a nice gift and are on the cheaper side”. They were nice flowers, but weren’t what you wanted, so you kept browsing. You stopped, seeing the perfect bouquet which happened to be on sale.

As the clock struck 5:45 you rung the doorbell to what you assumed was the Morales living quarters. With nerves at an all time high, you almost dropped the bouquet.

Miles opened the door aloof seeing you fumble around with the flowers in your hand. Gathering yourself you said a quick greeting. You took note of his outfit, his lanky figure sporting a plain black long sleeve and a pair of gray sweats. Even in something so simple he managed to look good, it kinda ticked you off.

“Take your shoes off by the door.” He moved to the side so you could walk in. You handed him the bouquet and did as he instructed, taking the flowers back once your shoes were placed neatly inside.

“You must be Y/n!” Who you assumed to be Miles' mother greeted you as you walked further into the home.

You went into the kitchen to greet her properly, seeing her cooking. Whatever it was, it smelt amazing. Miles walked in after you standing next to her, you could see the resemblance. It was clear good looks ran in the genes.

Rio grinned as she got a better view of your face “Oh you're a pretty girl!”. You didn’t miss the small elbow she gave Miles. “I can say the same for you, oh-these are for you Mrs.Morales”. You shuffled to her awkwardly and handed her the flowers. She smiled at the compliment and thanked you mentally taking note that you called her by last name, taking the bouquet examining it. The evenly distributed Gardenias and forever susan asiatic lilies were vibrant and fresh, tied with a nice silk white ribbon. “Oh cariño, these are gorgeous! muchas gracias” she said, frowning out of appreciation. The last time she had gotten flowers was when Jeff died, making these flowers that she truly wasn’t expecting so meaningful.

She set them down carefully on the kitchen counter, making sure to not smash any of them. “So, I hear your miles’s classmate, eh? Is he kind to you?” Would you consider Miles even remotely nice? Short answer, no. But the thought of him almost murdering John for you flashed across your mind. “He has his moments.” You smiled out. She looked at miles, “Well he better be” Rio scolded, pinching Miles cheek. Miles grumbled, swatting her hand away abashedly.

…

Rio and you conversed for a solid fifteen minutes, miles mostly staying silent unless spoken to. When he did speak, it was mostly mumbles of a short response. Your nerves had eased, and it was clear you had accomplished your goal of making Rio like you. “Well why don’t you two go hang out and I’ll call you guys out when the food is ready.” Rio said smiling, giving Miles a look you couldn’t discern. Miles signaled for you to follow him as he walked to his room.

He shut the door, walking over to his bed and sitting down. His room wasn’t much different than you imagined it to be. Everything was very fitting, especially the small punching bag strung upon his wall next to his bed.

Standing awkwardly, you rocked back and forth on your heels. “Sooo…” you mumbled uncomfortably, fiddling with your fingers peering around his room mindlessly. Miles paid no attention to you, instead more focused on where he had misplaced his phone. He had forgotten it when he opened the door for you earlier, now searching for it on his bed. But like the bed does best, it sucks things up with no hope of returning it. “Call my phone f’me” he said, now standing facing his bed with his back to you, throwing his blanket around with purpose. “Please?” You remarked chidingly. He stopped moving and looked over his shoulder with his eyebrows furrowed. “Please.”, his tone indicating he wasn’t actually asking. “See now was that so hard” a forced smile spread on your lips as you opened your phone and clicked his contact, hitting the small phone button under his name. His cover in the middle of the bed vibrated, he lifted his blanket revealing his phone. It flashed with a pastel pink color, the caller ID reading “her.”.

He swiftly picked up his device and declined the call, glancing at you with what you could’ve sworn was embarrassment. Quickly sitting back down, he engrossed himself in his phone trying to ignore the way your eyebrows raised and the entertained look whirling through your eyes.

“Mind explaining my saved contact?” You questioned, tucking your phone back in your pocket. He continued to look at his phone, trying hard to ignore your daunting stare searing deep into his avoidant eyes, “I’m good.”. Sighing you leaned against the front of his desk, moving the chair under it to the side.

“So,” you said, breaking the small silence, crossing your legs straight in front of you. He side eyed you, now lying comfortably on his bed with one hand behind his head. “Why’uh- Why did your mom want to meet me? How does she even know who I was?” You shrugged out, awaiting an answer. His head turned to you, his eyebrows unconsciously scrunching together at your question. Kissing his teeth, he looked back at his phone with a scowl.

“You just gon’ keep ignoring me?” He side eyed up before going back to scrolling on his phone, indicating that was exactly his plan.

You scoffed, tired of his disdainful behavior. “You know you’re a real asshole”, you seethed, uncrossing your legs .

Processing what you said, he cocked his head at you, full attention on you and you only. He turned his upper body to you, putting his upper body weight on his bent elbow. “Que me acabas de llamar?”.

Oh so now he wanted to respond. You cocked your head back at him mockingly, going against your gut feeling to just let it go. You knew your response was going to make this situation most likely not end well for you, but your ego was too big to care about the repercussions. “obviously you heard me.”

In a blink of an eye he was in front of you, towering over your figure. His fast reflexes had slipped your mind, one of the many consequences you decided to ignore. The look on his face made your stomach churn, with excitement or fear you couldn’t tell.

“Oh you hard now? Since you so big and bad how bout you say that again f‘’me”. His voice was breathier than he intended, but it still held the menacing tone he was trying to intimidate you with.

Your breathing lost its consistency, becoming more rugged the longer he stood over you. He put his hands on the desk on either side of you, making the already little gap between you two smaller. Your mouth fell agape wanting to say something snarky, but no words left your throat. “Thought you had something to say mami, qué ha pasado?”

He leaned his face closer tauntingly looking deep into your eyes, placing one of his hands on the small of your waist to make sure he had your attention. You could damn near feel the smirk playing at his lips from how close his face was to yours. The sharp exhales that left his nose intertwined with the shudders that left your mouth, the air departing your bodies amalgamating flawlessly as you stared intensely at each other.

You put your hands against his chest to stop him from coming closer, even though you knew he could if really wanted to. His heartbeat was oddly calm, nearly slowing the pace of yours.

The feeling was almost inexplicably familiar, reminding you entirely too much of the prowler incident. The fierce gaze he held at you was making it hard for you to stand, you were lucky your weight was supported by the desk. The tension was suffocating to say the least, consuming both of you where you stood. You could feel his grip on your waist become stronger, practically crossing into the border of needy. He leaned forward slightly causing your noses to touch, both of your eyes closing as your chest rose up and down.

“Foods ready you two!”

Rios yell broke the two of you from your trance, forcing both of you to a realization of where you were. Miles didn’t move, letting out a small sigh you wouldn’t have heard had he not so close. He pulled away slightly, tilting his head so his mouth was closer to your ear, “Thought so.”

He pushed off the desk, looking at your figure one last time before opening the door and heading to the kitchen.

Swallowing the lump in your throat that you didn’t know you had, you took a moment to register what just happened. You closed your eyes and opened them, looking around the room to make sure it was real.

Que diablo acaba de pasar?

Bonus: Rio cleaned the dishes in the sink, handing them to Miles so he could dry them. “Miles,” Rio stopped scrubbing for a moment to look at her son. “Yes mama?” Miles peered over his shoulder from the cupboard, placing the plate inside.

“Cásate con ella”

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