The Asshole is my Kryptonite

"Stop playing hard to get, Princess. I know you want me." He growled, pushing me against the wall. "In your deepest dreams, asshole." I responded holding his piercing gaze, whilst struggling to keep my breathing at a steady pace due to his close proximity. "Alright, if that's how you want to play the game. But remember, games are my forte." He breathed heavily near my neck, sending involuntary shivers down my spine. He smirked, before he was gone; leaving me to try calm my rosy cheeks as my heart danced to the ticking of the classroom clock.

"Asshole." I muttered, before slipping out of the unoccupied classroom.


12. DT assignment? I think not.

Chapter 12

All day my mind had been circling around Miles’ last words last night. Why was he apologizing? He didn’t do anything wrong did he? I decided to finally shake it off and drag myself out of bed.

I quickly freshened up before slipping into a light, beige jumper with some high waisted jeans and converse. I texted Miles asking him to let me walk to school today. Lately, he’s finally understood that those days where I need to walk alone I just need to freshen up my mind so I’m prepared for the rest of the day. I quickly grabbed my small bag and headed off allowing the wind to gently slide through my hair. The music that played within my ears calmed the laughter of the running children around me and seemed to only make the atmosphere kinder.

Once I entered school grounds, the ringing of the bell was heard and students flooded the area, dunking anyone in there way during the process. I walked towards first period since we didn’t have homeroom today and took my seat in my DT class. Once the teacher entered the students quieted down and took their places. With just my luck Miles came and sat by me and before I could push him off his seat the teacher began speaking and I simply glared at him since he knew I wouldn’t be able to focus if he sat next to me.

Talkative asshole.

“Okay class, quiet down. Today you will be receiving your assessment tasks. You must create your own useful household item. This can range from indoors to outdoors as long as it is fully functional and is finished. Within your portfolio that goes along with it you must write the reasons as to why you chose that piece, and that will be presented to the class. It's going to be done in pairs but the portfolio will be handed in individually, except for the reasoning to the piece chosen. It will be thoroughly explained in the sheet going around now. Any questions?"

That doesn't seem too difficult, I mean I'm good with the tools and the theory is always on my side. After no one had any questions, with just my luck the teacher had to continue talking.

"Okay good. Your pair will be the person sitting next to you as I know most of you are sitting with a friend, unless you really have someone in particular that you'd like to work with. If anyone is left out you know the consequences and I will choose."

Within seconds girls from all other tables circled mine.

Well Miles'.

They all looked like a dog begging for a treat as they nagged him to partner up with them. I rolled my eyes at the smug smirk on his face as he leaned back in his chair, it's not like he needs a larger ego.

As I was about to leave my seat to ask Miss. Smith if I could do the assignment alone before Colton walked up to my table. I flinched and froze in my seat. Miles seemed to recognize as his eyes left the girls and he gave me a questioning look. That was until he saw Colton and began to eye him, his head following his every move.

"Aye cupcake, I don't have a partner... and it doesn't look like you do either, so how about we partner up?" Colton although he seemed sweet, will not be able to just get me to forgive him after  he called me a bitch, he  may have been able to do it in the past but that was only because I was head over heels for him. Before I could protest Miles jumped in and surprised us both.

"She's already got a partner." Both Colton and I turned towards him with perplexed expressions, which resulted in us getting an eye roll from Miles.

"Me you fuckwits, I'm her partner." He stated as though it was the most obvious thing in the world and Colton seemed to narrow his eyes at him but Miles being the confident jerk only glared back at him. The two were in a stare down until I interrupted hoping they wouldn't shoot lasers with their eyes.

"Alright boys, thanks Colton but I already have my partner you can go back to your desk now. And also to all the girls standing in front of Miles' desk," I turned towards the many girls who flipped their heads to look at me for the first time after gazing at Miles for what seemed to be hours, "grow some dignity and stop praising him, there are other people in the world you know." I had now received some jealous, shameful and supposably intimidating stares before they all turned towards Colton.

Colton backed away as if he was a piece of prey circled by hungry predators. Within seconds they all left our table and it was only then that I registered that Miles' hand entwined with mine under the table. I didn't remove it and tried to compose myself before realising how on edge Miles seemed. I rubbed small circles with my thumb over the top of his hand and his body tensed up more before relaxing and loosening up.

"Who said I wanted to be your partner?" I whispered since the teacher had begun talking again. He raised his eyebrows before he lifted my hand and kissed the top of it. I felt my cheeks betray me and I knew the scarlet colour had caught up with them. I had bats hitting all walls in my stomach and I knew I had visibly tensed.

What the actual hell.

"That did." He flashed a smug smirk and I only gave him the finger, not knowing how else to reply to that. With that the bell had rung and Miles casually picked up his bag and threw it over his shoulder.

"Meet me at my house after school princess, and we can start our project." I finally snapped out of my daze and walked out of class as normal as possible.

By break I had collected myself and was walking towards the group table. I sat opposite Cass and by Sean before my phone vibrated from my pocket and I opened it to see a text from Cass,

From: Classy Cass

Why is your face so flushed?

P.S Gabe asked me out yesterday.

My head shot up at Cass who was giggling like a child who knew a secret.

Seconds later Gabe walked up to her placing a kiss on her lips and sitting by her, their hands interlocked.

The surprises just keep coming today.


When the end of the day came I had walked straight towards Miles' house and knocked softly on the door. When the door opened I was faced with a shirtless dripping Miles.

Where are this guys shirts?!

I was taken out of my daze when a little boy had run up and tugged gently on Miles' pants.

"Where is Captain America?" The young child who seemed to be four or five years old had the same ocean blue eyes as Miles but his hair was a jet black. It didn't take a scientist to realise they were brothers. Miles bent down to his brothers height and gave him a small smile, only allowing one of his dimples to come into view.

"Him in your toy draw Charlie, you left him on the floor last time. If you play with him I want you to pack him back up okay?" Charlie gave an eager nod before running off.

Boys who are good with kids? Turn on.

"Come in, sorry I just had a shower." I followed him inside and we went up to his room. His room was filled with pictures and one whole wall was painted black by what seemed to be chalkboard paint. I could see the window that was opposite mine and by it was a desk covered with books and papers.

We both took a seat on the floor and I took out my DT book.

"So I was thinking that we could brainstorm a bunch of ideas then pick our top three and choose out of them. We can make a schedule for our portfolio on a separate paper. What do you think?"

I looked up and saw Miles attempting to balance a pencil on the bridge of his nose. I rolled my eyes at him and threw my book at him. He deflected the book with the pencil still on his nose.

What the actual hell.

"Live a little princess." he repeated his previous words the first time we were in the car and I nearly died.

"Live a little? I will not fail my class because I need to 'live a little.'"

"You won't fail because your my partner." He said confidently.

"I didn't choose to be." Before I knew what was happening I was pinned down on the floor with Miles on top of me. I could feel his warm breath on my lips and my cheeks instantly turned red for the second time today.

"Would you prefer to be my partner or Colton's?"

"W-what?" my voice came out in a whisper and his words seemed incoherent  due to the close proximity.

"Would. you. prefer. to. be. my. partner. or. Colton's?" He emphasised each word as if I was a small child.

"Yours" I breathed out. A small smile appeared on his face and he gently picked himself up from off of me.

"So how about that brainstorm princess?"

Geez. What was this boy doing to me.


Hello all! first I'd like to apologize for the wait. I had a few issues at home and really couldn't write.

Thank you to those who are still reading this and are patient for me to update.

Thank you to those who voted and commented and please continue doing so because it makes my day.

I have decided Miles and Tiffany's ship name should be 'Miffany' :) 

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Till next time lovelies x

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