Myles

*she is still sleeping but her face is cute*

*watches her sleep*

*she groans a cute one*

*𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻

*𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹�

*𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻*

*eyes flash dangerously* Eight years?! *slams fist on desk* This sicko's been doing this to kids?! *turns to you* We need to find his other victims.

*the teacher also says that he has been doing this to eight-year-old kids one he was teaching at 23*

*jaw clenches* That sick... *turns to teacher* We need those files. Now.

*his friends push you two into your locker and there is really less space inside the locker* Shit...

*feels your breath on my neck* U-um... it's kind of cramped in here...

*looks down at you, eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on the lips* Not the first time I've been in a tight spot.

boy...

What, you getting nervous now? *his breath catches slightly as he realizes how close their faces are*

you tell me, you're the one breathing weird