Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

One of Those

POV: Milo

I'd spent all of yesterday picturing her. In the deep spaces in my mind. But, my memory of her wasn't enough. I needed to see her again. Talk to her. Maybe, touch her...if she'd let me.

Damn, I wanted to touch her.
No! Keep it in your pants, creeper. Shit! I never get this crazy, this fast, over anyone. At least, I didn't before.

The school had lots of prospects. I don't want to be a douche, but I'm a good looking enough guy. Droves of pretty, some even beautiful girls, have shown interest in me. I guess there's something about me they like. I've been told I'm funny and charming, which I guess is true, because it seems to attract them. They make it hard not to become a complete and utter man-whore. I gotta thank my mom, for drilling it into me to respect women. Some of these girls you can tell, don't respect themselves. I'm not going to shame anyone, but it takes all the fun out of it when girls are willing to spread their legs for a guy they only actually talked to once or twice at a party, in the hall, or in class. I won't say that it's not incredibly tempting, and yeah I've messed around, but even though it was satisfying it always ends up the same.

I'm not saying I'm looking for the one, or to fall in love, or whatever. But, I want to feel a thing. I don't even know what it is, all I know is that I haven't felt it with any of the girls that I've been with. It's weird, feeling like something you can't even describe is missing. Maybe, I'm just not the relationship type. I guess that's fine. I have a lot of friends and I have a good amount going for me. Maybe we don't get it all. And I really can't complain, when testing out some of these girls for the missing thing, is still pretty fun.

It's rare when someone sparks my attention. I mean, it's not something I have to really try for, so I guess I don't spend my energy looking too hard. So, why can't I stop thinking about this girl?

I do like a girl with little bit of edge, but that's not hard to find in a highschool of hormonal teenagers with parent issues. Yeah, she's beautiful, but so are all the rest of them. I couldn't break it down. Why, her?

I finally saw her. I'd been standing in the hallway by her locker for a while, hoping she'd stop before her first class. I noticed her here yesterday.
No! I'm not a stalker. At least, I wasn't before I saw her.

Show time.

POV: New Girl

"Hello." I heard a voice from behind me pipe up, in a careful, friendly tone.

I lowered my brow, suspiciously.

Oh, here we go. I groaned, internally.
And what's with the tone? Does he think he's talking to like, a baby animal or something?

I saw this guy yesterday when I first came into the school.
Of course, I noticed him. He's difficult to miss. I remembered that he had a playful smile and this sort of, larger than life persona.

I peeked over at him, with my head still down towards my books, scrutinizing his perfectly quaffed dark hair, and his mischievous brown eyes. And wow, was he tall. I'd realized that he was tall yesterday, but seeing him standing so close now, his height was almost intimidating.

I finally decided to actually lift my head, as he stood leaning casually on the adjacent lockers. My eyes wandered to his, but I couldn't keep them fixed on him. His gaze felt weirdly intense, and I dropped my eyes back to my stuff, fumbling through my locker.

What was I looking for again? I began to get flustered and lost my train of thought.

"Um... Did you hear me? I said, hello." He repeated, a little more assertively. Seemingly confused by my lack of response.

I nodded, shifting my eyes back towards him reluctantly, before hiding myself again in my locker.

"Well, then..." He chuckled, "Do you maybe want to say it back?" He asked expectantly, with a challenging smile.

"Why?" I challenged suspiciously, lowering my gaze.

"So that, I don't have to stand here looking like the crazy guy talking to the lockers..." He quipped, quirking his eyebrows incredulously.

"No, I mean, why are you talking to me?" I asked, shaking my head in annoyance.

He snickered quietly to himself, an amused half-smile playing on his lips.

"Oh, I see. You're one of those." He stated, pointedly.

"Those?" I repeated, scrunching my face questioningly.

"New girl. Thinks she's edgy, full of angst and all that. Probably pretty smart, but thinks she's too deep for anyone to understand her." He postulated, his voice laced with smugness.

"Wow. You got me all figured out." I retorted, sarcastically. "Are you finished now? Or, did you have some more brilliant insights to throw at me?"

"Just one more." He replied with a confident smirk, jutting his chin forward.

I looked at him expectantly, raising my eyebrows.

"She pretends not to know how pretty she is." He expressed cheekily, with a wink.

I had to admit, he was cute. Okay, he was insanely hot. But, I can tell that he is well aware of that. He probably spends more time in the mirror than I do, and I'm not interested in being a notch on anyone's bed post, or bragging rights for whatever sports- themed friend group-- he's been crowned the King of.

"Oh...and you were doing so well." I replied, with mock pity. "But, you got greedy in the end, and it cost you the game.

I slammed my locker door closed, and turned to walk away.

This had never happened to him before. Usually, all it took was a wink and a smile from him, and they all immediately started blushing. The challenge unexpectedly peaked his interest.

He chuckled to himself, biting his lower lip before calling out,

"I'm Milo!"

"I'm...Deseen!" I lied.

"De-seen?" He repeated, for clarification.

"Yeah, Deseen Tarasada." I answered.

Okay, Deseen. Game on. He thought triumphantly to himself.