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y/n pulled down her skirt as she entered the hallway, making sure that it was at knee level. the last thing she needed was to get lectured by the dean. already putting up with the bullshit from all of the boys near her dorm, her mental state couldn't afford anymore attention on her body.

that's probably the second thing she hated most about her boarding school. the first being that they were literally outside of the city, yet so far away, so she couldn't run away from her problems.

her arms were full with her sketch book & other necessities, leaving her vulnerable to anyone who was looking to approach her.

as she passed the dean, she closed her eyes & exhaled a breath, pleased that she hadn't said anything. she hated mrs. fraughty with a passion. the dress code at the boarding school is extremely strict & it hit y/n the harshest, seeing as boys wouldn't leave her alone.

sure she had developed early & she hated that even more, because she was always an easy target. it wasn't her fault that her skirt would rise on its own, making her having to constantly pull it down.

it wasn't her fault her chest sat so boldly in her dress shirt, making her always have to make sure the buttons of her blouse were still closed.

& it most certainly wasn't her fault when all of the boys, & some really insecure girls, would call her a slut, simply because she filled her clothes out better than any of the others.

she was literally wearing the same exact thing as them, yet she was the one to get slut shamed for it? it was bullshit. the school, the systems & the kids. all bullshit.

she couldn't wait to leave, it was her dream ever since her family put her in boarding school at the age of thirteen. even as she was physically going through puberty, she was constantly harassed.

she glanced down at her shoes, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone as she rounded the corner, stepping into the library.

she casted her glance over at the librarian, gladys. she was an older lady, she wore a cardigan almost everyday & had her hair in a bun, reading a book.

y/n licked her dry lips & hesitantly made her way over to the counter, not so patiently waiting for gladys to look up. when she failed to catch her attention, she cleared her throat.

gladys looked up & gave a small smile, "sorry dear, i was getting to the good part."

y/n shrugged it off. "it's fine..."

gladys glanced down at the books in her arms. "here to return something?"

"oh no... i was wondering where the stephen king books... would be?" she awkwardly asked.

gladys furrowed her eyebrows & sprawled her hand out onto the counter as she thought for a moment. "i believe stephen king would be... fourth isle... in the supernatural fiction area!"

y/n smiled & bowed her head slightly, walking over to one of the tables to put down her belonging before going to find the fourth isle. on days that she isn't loaded down with homework, she loves to come here. reading was kind of her escape from the shitty reality she lived in.

she tucked her h/c hair behind her ear & scanned the fourth isle, waiting to stumble upon 'supernatural fiction.'

the room was a little dim, but a laminated sign caught her eye as she made it near the far end on the right side, finding the section.

there were a few good stephen books, but she wanted a certain book to read. running her hands over the books to find the perfect one. she wanted rose red, something different than what she had been forced to read.

she looked through the writing on the spiral backs of the books, stopping when she finally found the one she was looking for. she went to grab it, but someone on the other side of the isle already had a hold of it.

she scoffed as a confused expression took over her face, looking up to be met with dark brown eyes staring at her through the small gap of books from the other isle.

she immediately let go of the book, quietly apologizing to the boy. an eerie feeling turned her stomach as she avoids eye contact. "sorry."

the much taller boy continued to silently stare at her before he brought his focus back down to the book. "stephen king?"

y/n gave a small nod before clearing her throat, "yeah... but you can have it." she looked up as the dim lights began to softly flicker.

going to walk away, she could still feel his piercing stare on her. she grabbed a smaller stephen king book. the outsider.

she quickly walked up to gladys, who was still enjoying her book. "i need to check this book out, please."

gladys looked up & grabbed the scanner, pointing it towards the barcode of the book before shooing y/n away. she headed back over to the table that had her other books on it before she saw him again.

he was sitting across from her belongings, he had rose red opened to what looked like the fourth page. he seemed very interested in the book.

y/n huffed. she didn't expect anyone to sit with her & it ruined her mood for reading. she was already sketchy of the boys who went here.

although she's never talked to this boy, she couldn't help but fear that he was like everyone else. she cleared her throat & gathered up all the courage she could to walk over & sit down.

the curly headed boy looked up at her, a blank expression on his face. he looked back down at his book, seeming uninterested. "my name is miles."

y/n studied his appearance. dark curly hair, prominent cheekbones that had freckles scattered across them. full, pink lips. miles was very pale & slim, almost like he refused to eat.

he was tall & intimidating, to her at least. he had huge hands that matched his lanky body. & those same eyes that carefully watched her reach for the stephen king book, those dark brown eyes.

she fixed her position in her seat, "i'm y/n."
miles hummed & continued reading while y/n turned to grab her book. he noticed a pencil that was sticking out of her binder.

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."

"yeah well i don't have many friends so i don't really have a choice, do i?" y/n told him. she looked back down at her book, ignoring his constant staring.

"why haven't i ever seen you before?" she asked after a short silence. after being at the boarding school for years, she hadn't ever noticed him. he doesn't seem hard to miss.

miles moved his curls out of his face & rested his chin in his palm. "i started coming here when i was like fifteen." he wasn't completely lying. he had to transfer from his old boarding school for being so violent.

y/n scoffed & marked the page in her book, shutting it & becoming completely interested in the conversation. "why on earth would your parents send you here?"

miles stared at her mouth, a scowl on his face. "my parents are dead." he spat.

the girls eyebrows raised in surprise. a wave of not only guilt, but uneasiness washed over her. this boy definitely looked like he had some issues & she's not sure why she's still sitting at the table with him.

"oh..." she whispered, fidgeting with her necklace. "i-i'm sorry, miles. really, i had no idea-"

"yeah i know." he interrupted. "it's okay, you didn't know."

she watched as miles sat defeated in his chair, staring blankly into the table as he slouched. she gulped & very hesitantly brought her hand down to his, of course her small hand couldn't completely engulf his, but she made sure to radiate comfort.

miles's eyes widened & he looked up at her.
his adam's apple bobbed in his throat as y/n began circling her thumb on the outer part of his palm. "it's okay. you can always talk to me..." she told him warmly.

a deep blush grew across the apples of his cheeks, seeming as though he had never been touched like this before. he seemed touch starved by the way his stomach swarmed with butterflies & his chest felt fuzzy.

he brought his other hand up to cover the lower part of his face to hide his blush. he was speechless.

no one at the boarding school had treated him with such kindness. he was very closed off & didn't care for anyone, really. he only cared about his friend back home, who was now dead too.

but just one touch from y/n & he was basically putty. so that's what got miles hooked... & that's what started their friendship.

-

"shh..." y/n whispered as she brought miles into her dorm. her roommates were probably out socializing, but she couldn't take any chances. if anyone knew a boy was in her dorm, she'd get into serious trouble.

miles & y/n have become very close within the last two months. they talk in the library all the time & sometimes y/n would sneak him into her dorm, where they you just watch a movie or talk.

"i wanna show you something." she whispered.
miles quickly followed her to the bed & she went into the nightstand. she quickly pulled out a polaroid camera. "smile!"

miles gave a half ass smile & waved to the camera as the flash went off, his picture developing seconds later. he moved closer to her to see the photo. "where'd you get this?" he touched the camera.

"go it for christmas." she smiled. miles watched as she outstretched her arm, moving closer to miles so he should rest her head on his shoulder. she pointed the camera to face them, clicking the button.

in the photo, miles held up two fingers behind her to give her bunny ears. "you're so cute, miles." she whispered, staring at the developing photo.

she put both photos together & put them back into her drawer, setting the camera on her dresser, missing the way miles was blushing.

"that's really cool... the camera. i used to have one."

"what happened to it?" she asked.

miles shrugged. "i got bored of it maybe... i was like fourteen when i had it."

y/n nodded & stood up, giving miles the perfect opportunity to see below her skirt again. this wasn't unusual, y/n never knew when miles would catch glimpses of her ass or under her skirt. she wouldn't really notice when he would stare at her chest, imagining unbuttoning the fabric of her blouse himself.

it all went unnoticed, because to her, miles was a gentlemen. & in a way he was because he never bothered her like all the other boys with no home training did. miles was sneaky, but he was sweet.

"wanna watch a movie?" she muttered. miles nodded his head, trying hard not to stare at her exposed thighs. he just wanted to move her skirt up & maybe push her underwear to the side-

"pulp fiction?" she questioned, as she grabbed the remote.

"yeah, that'll work." he agreed, patting the space next to him as he laid down on her comfortable bed, the same bed that he fantasizes about her on. well that & his own bed.

she gave a cheeky smile & walked over to him, laying down in the spot next to him where their shoulders were touching. she cut the lamp off, making sure the room was dark so they could see the tv better.

"you think your roommates will be long?" miles whispered. y/n shook her head. "the door is locked, you'll be able to hear the keys before they come in, then i can hide you." she smirked.

miles smiled & watched as she paid attention to the movie. he wanted to touch her more, but he didn't wanna freak her out. they had been such good friends for the time they've known each other & miles was getting closer. he just needed to wait until the perfect time.

-

it was about an hour later & y/n's roommates weren't back yet. the movie was about half way through but y/n was asleep on his shoulder.

miles took advantage of the situation & carefully grabbed her camera that had been sitting in her dresser. he slightly unbuttoned her blouse & snapped a quick pic, cringing at the semi loud sound.

he then pulled her skirt up, just a little & he snapped another. he groaned when saw her underwear again. they look so good on you.

he loved when she wore white underwear, it complimented her so well. y/n shifted & miles froze, the other two pictures were already developing & he quickly put them in his pocket.

when y/n stirred in her sleep, more buttons on her shirt came undone, almost making her chest completely visible to the boy. he gulped thickly, his pants feeling tight as he snapped two more pictures.

one of her beautiful chest & one of her whole body while she slept. when they developed he put those in his pocket as well, put the camera back & stood up.

right before he left, he went over to one of her drawers, pulling it open & stealing a pair of her underwear. he brought he fabric up to his nose & closed his eyes as he inhaled the smell of her laundry detergent. you've worn these before.

he quickly put her panties into another pocket of his & walked over to her. he soothed her hair back with his hand, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead & quietly stepping to the door as he made his way down the hall to his own dorm.

"please don't let anyone be home." he whispered to himself, getting ready to use her photos & underwear for the night ahead of him.

-

miles felt anger as he watched from across the room. he saw the way graham was flirting with his y/n. & she wasn't even rejecting him. to miles, it looked like she was flirting back.

graham was an asshole. he had no right coming in & trying to destroy what miles & y/n had, even if y/n was unaware of it, they were definitely in some type of relationship.

graham leaned forward to whisper something into y/n's ear & miles just about lost it. his chair screeched as he stood up. he waited until he was in the bathroom to unleash his anger.

he speed walked to the bathroom & scanned the room to make sure no one was in the stalls. moments later he kicked the wall & buried his face into his hands.

he thought of the way y/n was laughing at all of graham's joke, he thought about the way graham stared at y/n.

& he thought about the way their bodies were so close together as graham pulled her closer to whisper into her ear.

miles face felt hot & without a second thought, he turned around & slammed his fist into the wall forcefully, leaving a gaping hole.

his breathing was uneven as he help up his bloody, shaky hand. he rubbed his mouth with his other hand, only now realizing that he's crying. he collapsed onto the ground & weeped, holding his throbbing fist.

he was breathing heavily, his mind spinning.
after a moments of trying to catch his breath, he got up to wash his red face with cool water.

his hand still hurt, but he quickly left the bathroom so he wouldn't get into trouble. he made his way to his dorm & quickly cleaned his hand, noticing that it was becoming bruised.

he'll deal with graham later.

-

"what happened?" y/n asked as she held his bruised hand, softly running her fingers over his.

miles huffed, "i accidentally hit my hand on my dresser, don't worry about it." he whispered, rubbing her cheek affectionally. y/n grinned & looked up at him. she quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"it'll be better by no time." time seemed to have stopped for miles when she brought his bruised knuckles up to her plump lips, kissing it better.

the action made miles's heart flutter & he couldn't deny the fact that he was kinda getting turned on. "there, all better." she whispered, catching his loving gaze.

miles immediately leaned in & pressed his lips to hers, her soft ones connecting to his chapped ones.

y/n hummed & leaned back, the smile on her face proving that she feels the same way miles feels.

"i love you, y/n." he pulled her onto his lap, she was sitting directly on his crotch & the only thing under her skirt was her underwear.

"i love you too, miles." the frail boy wrapped his hand around her throat, surprising her with how tight he was gripping her.

"don't talk to graham again."

she nodded & he let go, still keeping his hand around her throat but not as tight. smirking, he kissed the corner of her mouth. "good."

-

graham pulled his shirt on & grabbed his bag, he was the only one left in the locker room. or so he thought. it was nearly ten at night so he cut the lights off.

as he rounded the corner, he froze when he saw another student in front of the locked doors.

"fairchild?" he called out. "what are you doing, man?"

miles had his hands in his pockets & his lips were pursed as he whistled. he slowly walked towards the other boy.

"listen here, graham. you're gonna stay away from y/n. she has a boyfriend."

graham scoffed & tried to shake off the strange threat. "since when?"

miles's jaws clenched & he glared at the redhead. "since her & i met."

graham laughed, "you? you're not her boyfriend, she would've mentioned it to me."

miles walked closer. "like i said before, stay the fuck away from her."

"or what?" graham demanded.

miles huffed, being fed up with the conversation. "or i'll fucking kill you."

graham swallowed & glared back at miles.
"you're a fucking pussy. a freak like you could never be with y/n."

miles looked over & saw a pipe near the bleachers. he picked it up & walked back towards the redhead again.

he knew that graham would tell mrs. fraughty that miles threatened him, so he needed to make sure he kept his mouth shut.

"w-what are you doing?" graham asked nervously.

"i know you just wanna get in her pants, but she's mine." miles brought the pipe up & striked it down forcefully onto graham's leg.

there was a loud snap & the boy screamed out in pain as he fell onto the ground. miles had broken his leg.

"you stay away from y/n & don't tell a single soul what happened here, got it?" miles bent down & whispered harshly into his face.

graham cried out for his life. "fine i won't go near her! i promise!"

miles smiled & slammed the pipe down.
"that's what i thought, pussy."

as he left the gym, he had a content smile on his face, knowing that y/n was all his & will always be his.

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