Miles was a good a kid, as much as he could be at least. Spiderman thing aside, slipping grades aside... he tried to be good, it wasn't his fault trouble seemed to follow him. And by trouble he meant you .
You and Miles were in the library of the academy, sitting at a table. Miles tried to study as you sat with your feet on the table. You couldn't seem to leave him alone, following him around just to annoy him.