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Ugly Love PDF by Colleen Hoover Chapter 2– MILES

Six years earlier

I open the door to the administration office and walk the roll sheet to the secretary’s desk. Before I turn and head back to class, she stops me with a question. “You’re in Mr. Clayton’s senior English class, aren’t you, Miles?”

“Yep,” I reply to Mrs. Borden. “Need me to take something to him?”

The phone on her desk rings, and she nods, picking up the receiver. She covers it with her hand. “Wait around another minute or two,” she says, nodding her head in the direction of the principal’s office. “We’ve got a new student who just enrolled, and she also has Mr. Clayton this period. I need you to show her to the classroom.”

I agree and plop down into one of the chairs next to the door. I look around the administration office and realize this is the first time in the four years I’ve been in high school that I’ve ever sat in one of these seats. Which means I’ve successfully made it four years without being sent to the office.

My mother would have been proud to know that, although it leaves me kind of disappointed in myself. Detention is something every male in high school should accomplish at least once. I have the rest of my senior year to achieve it, though, so there’s that to look forward to.

I retrieve my phone from my pocket, secretly hoping Mrs. Borden sees me with it, and decides to slap me with a detention slip. When I look up at her, she’s still on the phone, but she makes eye contact with me. She simply smiles and goes about her secretarial duties.

I shake my head in disappointment and open up a text to Ian. It doesn’t take. much to excite people around here. Nothing new ever happens.

Me: A new girl enrolled today. Senior. Ian: Is she hot?

Me: Haven’t seen her yet. About to walk her to class. Ian: Take a picture if she’s hot.

Me: Will do. By the way, how many times have you had detention this year? Ian: Twice. Why? What’d you do?

Twice? Yeah, I need to break it up a little before graduation. I should definitely turn in some homework late this year.

I’m pathetic.

The door to the principal’s office opens, so I close my phone. I slide it into my pocket and look up.

I never want to look down again.

“Miles is going to show you the way to Mr. Clayton’s class, Rachel.”

Mrs. Borden points Rachel in my direction, and she begins to walk toward me.

I instantly became aware of my legs and their inability to stand. My mouth forgets how to speak.

My arms forget how to reach out to introduce the person they’re attached to.

My heart forgets to wait and get to know a girl before it starts to claw its way out of my chest to get to her.



Rachel, Rachel, Rachel.

She’s like poetry.

Like prose and love letters and lyrics, cascading down the center of a page.

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel.

I say her name over and over in my head because I’n1 positive it’s the name of the next girl I’ll fall in love with.

I’m suddenly standing. Walking toward her. I might be smiling, pretending I’m not affected by those green eyes that I hope will one day be smiling just for n1e. Or that red-as-my-heart hair that doesn’t look like it’s been tampered with since God created it specifically with her in mind.

I’m talking to her.

I tell her my name is Miles.

I tell her she can follow me and I’ll show her the way to Mr. Clayton’s class.

I’m staring at her because she hasn’t spoken yet, but her nod is the nicest thing a girl has ever said to me.

I ask her where she’s from, and she tells me Arizona. “Phoenix,” she specifies.

I don’t ask her what brought her to California, but I do tell her my father does business in Phoenix a lot because he owns a few buildings there.

She smiles.

I tell her I’ve never been there but I’d like to go one day.

She smiles again.

I think she says it’s a nice town, but it’s hard to understand her words when all I hear in my head is her name.


I’m gonna fall in love with you, Rachel.

Her smile makes me want to keep talking, so I ask her another question as we pass Mr. Clayton’s room.

We keep walking.

She keeps talking because I keep asking her questions.

She nods some. She answers some. She sings son1e.

Or it sounds that way.

We get to the end of the hallway, right when she says something about how she hopes she likes this school because she isn’t ready to move away from Phoenix.

She doesn’t look happy about the move.

She doesn’t know how happy I am about the move. “Where’s Mr. Clayton’s classroom?” she asks.

I stare at the mouth that just delivered that question. Her lips aren’t symmetrical. Her top lip is slightly thinner than her bottom lip, but you can’t tell until she talks. When words come out of her mouth, it makes me wonder why words are so much better coming from her mouth than any other mouth.

And her eyes. There’s no way her eyes aren’t seeing a prettier, more peaceful world than all the other eyes.

I stare at her for a few more seconds; then I point behind me and tell her we passed Mr. Clayton’s classroom.

Her cheeks grow a shade pinker as my confession affects her in the same way she’s affecting me.

I smile again.

I nod my head toward Mr. Clayton’s class.

We walk in that direction.


You’re gonna fall in love with me, Rachel.

I open the door for her and let Mr. Clayton know that Rachel is new here. I also want to add, for the sake of all the other guys in the classroom, that Rachel is not theirs.

She’s mine.

But I don’t say anything.

I don’t have to, because the only one who needs to be aware that I want Rachel is Rachel.

She looks at me and smiles again, taking the only empty seat, all the way across the room.

Her eyes tell me she already knows she’s mine.

It’s just a matter of time.

I want to text Ian and tell her she isn’t hot. I want to tell him she’s volcanic, but he would laugh at that.

Instead, I discreetly take a picture of her from where I’m seated.

I send the picture in a message to Ian that says, “She’s gonna have all my babies.”

Mr. Clayton begins the class.

Miles Archer becomes obsessed.


I met Rachel on Monday.

It’s Friday.

I’ve said nothing to her since the day we met. I don’t know why. We have three classes together. Every time I see her, she smiles at me like she wants me to talk to her. Every time I work up the courage, I talk myself down.

I used to be confident. Then Rachel happened.

I gave myself until today. If I didn’t work up the courage by today, I’d be giving up my only shot with her. Girls like Rachel aren’t available for long.

If she’s even available.

I don’t know her story or if she’s wrapped up in a guy back in Phoenix, but there’s only one way to find out.

I’m standing next to her locker, waiting for her. She exits the classroom and smiles at me. I say “Hi” when she walks up to her locker. I notice that same subtle change in her skin color. I like that.

I asked how her first week was. She told me it was fine. I ask her if she’s 1nade any friends, and she shrugs as she says, “A few “

I smell her, subtly. She notices anyway.

I tell her she smells good. She says, “Thank you.”

I push through the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. I push past the sheen of moisture developing on my palms. I drown out her name, which I keep wanting to repeat out loud, over and over. I push it all down and hold her stare while I ask her if she’d like to do something later.

I keep it all pushed away and make room for her response because it’s the only thing I want.

I want that nod, actually. The one that doesn’t require words? Just a smile?

I don’t get her nod. She has plans tonight.

It all comes back tenfold, spilling over like a flood and I’m the dam. The pounding, the sweaty palms, her name, a newfound insecurity I never knew existed, burying itself in my chest. All of it takes over and feels like it’s building a wall around her.

“I’m not busy tomorrow, though,” she says, obliterating the wall with her words.

I make room for those words. Lots of room. I let them invade n1e. I soak those words up like a sponge. I pluck them out of the air and swallow them.

“Tomorrow works for me,” I say. I pull my phone out of my pocket, not even bothering to hide my smile. “What’s your number? I’ll call you.” She tells me her number.

She’s excited.

She’s excited.

I save her contact in my phone, knowing it’ll be there for a long, long time.

And I’m gonna use it.

A lot.

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