Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

White Wolf

POV: Third Person

Milo had been waiting around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Estella. He'd arrived at school early, wanting to avoid his parents, so he left before they'd come downstairs. Another sleepless night. But the long nap that he took with Estella, helped to at least keep him vertical for the time being.

Finally, her bus arrived and he watched her through the windows, hood as always over her head as she unhappily sauntered down the aisle and down the bus steps.

They locked eyes for a brief second, and just as he was about to walk over to greet her, Jordan and Miguel approached him.
Which would have been fine. Except that with them, they'd brought Delilah. Delilah was apparently in a particularly annoying mood, and she decided to jump on Milo's back and wrap her arms around his neck. Making it worse, she then began laughing and slapped him hard on the ass as though he was a horse. The girl was also in a full face of makeup, and wearing a black crop top and skimpy cut off booty shorts, leaving little to the imagination.

Milo's eyes widened when he caught the look on Estella's face. Her eyebrows were pressed together and her lips raised in slight disgust. But, the angry glare couldn't hide the obvious hurt in her eyes. She shook her head looking away, and turned her back to walk into the school.

"Damn it, Del! Get off!" Milo scolded her, as he shook himself, causing her to almost fall onto the ground.

"What's your problem?" Delilah clapped back, in confusion. "I was just messing around. Chill!"

Miguel shot Milo a reproachful look, confused at his sudden reaction.

"Mi, you good?" Jordan questioned, disapprovingly, as Milo was typically always in the mood for playful nonsense with his friends.

"Yeah, I'm good." He blurted out. "Del...I'm...I'm sorry...I gotta go!" He stammered, before running after Estella.

His friends traded confused looks and shook their heads as they watched their friend race away.

Milo searched the most obvious hallway, but she wasn't at her locker. He didn't know her schedule, and he was pretty sure that she wouldn't be at her first class if she wanted to avoid him. She was stealthy in that way.

Damn it! She's pissed. He surmised, when it was clear that she had virtually disappeared.

He wanted to see her. Check on her. Explain to her what she saw. Milo felt a little hurt that she didn't give him a chance to explain. He started to picture her face in his head. She looked annoyed and sad, but she didn't look surprised.

Had she expected this? Is this what she thinks of me? That I'm just a liar and a player? Jesus! What's it going to take to get her to trust me? What the hell happened to her that she's like this?

Coyote.

"I usually assume every guy is." Her words were replayed in his head.

Oh, shit. I can't believe I didn't see it. Something happened to her.

Milo was more determined now than ever to find her.

He thought about the most likely places, but knowing her, he should consider the least likely places. And suddenly, an idea hit him.

Milo burst into the gymnasium. It was empty. There wasn't a class at the moment. He almost left, until he decided to check under the bleachers, just in case. And there, he spotted a purple hood up over the head of someone small, who was crouching on the ground with their back turned.

"Estella?" Milo voiced.

Her head spun around quickly, she was obviously shocked that he'd figured out her hiding spot.