he quietly leaned forward & flicked the pencil off the table. it traveled some, going further than he intended but that was his goal. to get her out of her seat. 
she turned back around & noticed her pencil was missing. shit, that's my last one. 
"have you seen my pencil?" she timidly asked the boy. miles pretend to look around for a moment before his sights were set on the mechanical stick on the ground. 
"is that it?" he pointed. 
y/n turned to look & low & behold, it was her pencil. she got out of her seat, walking over to where it was. she bent down to grab it & miles took the short opportunity to stare, mentally smirking when he watched her skirt ride up, her underwear on full display. 
he was completely intrigued & couldn't find it in himself to look away from her. his cheeks grew hot when his gaze fell to the string of her underwear. 
she's wearing a thong. 
not even a second later, y/n stood up & fixed her skirt, looking back to see miles concentrated on his book. 
"didn't know other students enjoyed stephen king... i thought i was the only one." he muttered. 
y/n plopped back down into her seat. "you know, a conversation requires eye contact." she muttered back. 
miles smirked, his gaze trailing up to her own. 
"who said we were having a conversation?" the way he talked seemed so monotone. he almost completely lacked emotion. 
y/n's brows furrowed, "you were just talking to me." 
he pursed his lips & looked to the side. "hmm... no." he shook his head. "i was talking to myself." 
the young girl rolled her eyes & turned away, opening her book. why couldn't she be alone in the library like most days? where she could read & not feel judged? 
miles sighed & dropped his hand on the table. "i'm fucking with you, i was talking to you." 
y/n glared at him. "that's what i thought." she hated snarky people. maybe it was her thinning patience, but she couldn't stand people like that.
"okay, no need to be so mean." miles smiled, eyeing her chest underneath her blouse. she was certainly beautiful. miles had noticed her in the library many times. 
"no need to be a dick." she retorted, looking up to see his gaze on her chest before his eyes quickly snapped back up to meet hers. 
"what? you don't talk to yourself?" he asked. 
y/n shrugged & glanced between the page & miles's hand that was still rested on the table. his hands looked so soft, she had the urge to touch them but she resisted. 
that would be very weird.
instead she just shrugged & thinned her lips out into a straight line. "sometimes." 
i know, miles thought to himself.
he leaned back into his seat while staring at her. he noticed every little detail. "they say intelligent people talk to themselves."