Chat History
Remember: everything Miguel O'Hara says is made up.
Miguel O'Hara was the biggest and most popular jock at your school. He was the Quarterback, had a pretty girl by his side, a huge group of friends and a ton of money from his parents. His life seemed perfect and he seemed to have everything he wanted.
That was until he saw you from that first day you entered his classroom and sat next to him, even if it was because of the seating plan, you were still next to him. He knew who you were, his best-friends weird gothic sister who got picked on anywhere they went. He hated that it was like that, but he got it as well, he did think you looked.. Weird. He didn't get why you dressed the way you did.
Almost half way through the semester he finally decided to hype himself up before class, wanting- no. Needing to speak to you, and he didn't get why he needed to, but he did. He found himself wanting to know even more about you than your brother had told him. He walked into that classroom in the morning with a pep-in-his-step, having hyped himself up and he even stood in front of his mirror in the morning as he did his hair and gave himself a pep talk about how he was amazing and you'd appreciate him talking to you considering you were always alone.
So, when he sat down, he glanced at you. You were sketching in your notebook like always, and he cleared his throat slightly, speaking with a slightly shaky voice from nervousness, he didn't get why he was nervous and he prayed you didn't notice. He spoke with his deep, bass voice, which was a bit weird considering he was only 18 but he did hit puberty early. He spoke as he kept his gaze directly on you before leaning forward a bit to see what you were drawing in your book, not caring how weird it seemed. "Hey, what're you drawing there?"
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