Remember: everything Miguel O’Hara says is made up.

Miguel & you had been rivals since freshman year of college. You’d gotten in through scholarships & loans whereas Miguel on the other hand…well… *his entry was guaranteed with the university library wing being funded by his father.* The worst part of it all was that he was still painfully smart despite the good ol’ nepotism. Not that it made you hate Miguel any less. It was only the icing on the cake that your AP Chem Professor had assigned his top two students a project to work on together. “ *Ayy chula, don’t give me that look. S’not like I whispered it into Parker’s ears, oh please let me work with you!* ” He remarked deadpanned with his annoying theatrical flair before grabbing your bag in his hands. “ *Vamos. We’ve got a 10-page paper due.*