𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 | 𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡

𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 : 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚛

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(!possible tw: mentions of violence, name calling!)

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After detention, they picked me up as promised. I saw a few other people in the hallway, so I didn't feel as embarrassed. Miles just so happened to be one of those people.

I slung one strap over my shoulder and sighed.
"Uh, I'll be right back. I have to go to the bathroom."

Millie closed my locker, "Alright."

"Don't be long." Sadie added.

I nodded and walked away quickly, out of their sight. I'd begun looking around for Miles and passed more people than I thought I would've had to. When I finally saw him, my heart dropped to my feet. He had another girl pressed against the lockers, lips attached. I decided to walk up to them anyway. Once I approached, I'd cleared my throat. They'd hesitantly pulled away from one another and stared straight at me.

"Can we help you?"
The girl asked me in a highly irritated tone.
She was pretty. Really pretty.

"I just needed to talk to Miles about something.. I can uh- go?"
My voice was broken up.

"Yeah, go."
She smirked while turning back to face him. She grabbed the back of his head, not caring if I was still there and resumed their little make out sesh.
I grew uncomfortable for obvious reasons and turned to walk away. Miles reached for my arm and grabbed my wrist, causing me to hard blink.

"Margo wait."

"You actually wanna talk to that?"
She taunted.

"It's just for a project babe, calm down."
He reassured her. Of course he had to.

My heart had dropped even farther, if possible. At that point, it had probably been through the floor. He took me by my wrist and pulled me aside. When he had let go, I shook my wrist around a little, relieving some of the pain.

"What's up, and what's wrong with your wrist?"

I'd put my hands behind my back. By then, it had become a reflex. "Nothing. Anyway, babe?" I teased him.

"Yeah, that's Olive. Liv for short."
He stared at me in my strange stance.
"Seriously, what's wrong with your wrist?"
He ripped my arms out from behind my back and looked down at them.
"Um, is this- Are these from me?"
He asked quietly.

"Yeah but it's nothing. Anyway, I just wanted to say that I can go to your house tomorrow if that's okay?"

"Margo I'm sorry.. I didn't want to hurt you."
He spoke earnestly.

I folded my arms across my torso so he'd stop looking at them.
"It's fine, I swear."

He slowly shook his head but continued.
"Tomorrow will work, I'll-"

Olive walked up to the two of us and rudely interrupted.
"You can't go to his house."
She was contentious.

"Why can't she?"
Miles asked, clearly confused.