Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

Don't Let Go

POV: Estella

Day three of this never ending nightmare. School ended for the day, and I stayed after to find some new books. I never had much to do after school. It didn't take me long to finish the homework, considering I'd already learned all of the material at my other school. I found a few books that weren't too terrible, despite the school Library desperately needing an update. I stopped at my locker to get my coat and picked up an apple I'd saved from lunch. I took a bite and started to gather my things, until I heard something behind me. I thought I was alone in the hallway. Hadn't everyone gone home?

No, apparently the jock types had some practices that they'd just finished.

"Hey, look!" A pale, curly ginger-haired guy, with a hockey stick and sweats, alerted the other guy next to him. "Forbidden fruit." He laughed, and pointed at me eating my apple.

I rolled my eyes and refused to turn around.

"Think she'd share some of it?" The other guy sniped with his friend, suggestively.

This guy was also white, he had chin-length scraggly brown hair, with steely grey eyes, and was a touch taller and stockier than his friend. He was also carrying a hockey stick.

Go the fuck away! I yelled in my head, continuing to ignore them.

"You know? I am kinda hungry. I really wouldn't mind a taste." The ginger creep answered, crudely staring at me with his yellowish brown eyes.

I slammed my locker shut, and turned around grimacing at them, as I began to stomp off.

The brunette ran after me, and cut me off blocking my path. His ginger friend lagged back, watching and laughing obnoxiously.

"Hey, girl! We were just messing around. You're not leaving yet, are you?" The brunette taunted me, with a weird smile. "Why don't you stick around? Maybe take off some of those layers...you're looking hot, little mama." He commented, his voice dropping with subtext that made me want to puke.

I tried to go around him, my glare giving a clear message to leave me alone. But he stumbled forward, blocking me again.

"Hey, where's the fire? What? You don't like me?" He chuckled, with a smug tone. "Just give me a chance. Trust me, kitten. I'll be real good to you." He lowered his eyes at me intensely, stepping into my space. "You just gotta relax."

I rolled my eyes again in disgust, refusing to respond to him.

"Eh, Julian! We got a quiet one here." He jeered, looking to his friend before turning back to me. "Now, I'll bet she's not always this quiet."

"Nah. She looks like a little moaner to me, Bry." Taunted the ginger.

"Maybe for you." The brunette challenged his friend, before he leaned in close to me and whispered, "But for me, kitten...you'd be screaming."

I took the apple in my hand and struck the brunette, viciously pounding it into his temple, cheekbone, and the corner of his eye. He shouted as the pain from the hard fruit caused him to see stars, while the juice was stinging his eyes.

"Taste that forbidden fruit, asshole!" I snarled at him, before taking off running.

The ginger was trailing behind me, breaking into a run. I got through the heavy double doors at the end of the hallway, and pulled out the metal bolt that kept them open. The doors slammed shut, and I quickly secured the bolt-- locking them in place. The ginger caught up and smacked the glass window of the door in anger. He then ran back to his friend, finally giving up.