Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

Your Business

POV: Third Person

"What? No apple today?" The shaggy-haired brunette jeered at her.

Estella glared up at him from the table, quickly noticing the small bruises on his temple where she'd smashed her apple on his face.

Good. She thought triumphantly, as she admired her own handiwork.

"Give me my phone!" She demanded, sternly.

"No. It's my...consolation prize." The brunette refused, smugly.

"Yeah, for the blue balls the other day." The ginger commented, crudely.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Estella demanded, grimacing at them in disgust.

"Damn! Kitty's got claws." The brunette taunted.

Estella lunged forward to grasp her phone back, but he held it above his head, and the ginger grabbed her around her waist to thwart her attempt.

Milo was coming out of the lunch line with their trays when he immediately noticed Estella was being manhandled by some guy, and she was clearly uncomfortable and upset.

Oh, shit. Those fucking puck heads! Milo exclaimed, internally.

Milo had some bad blood with the Hockey team. He quit after the first season. He hated Hockey, but more importantly he couldn't stand the guys on the team. They were still pissed at him for walking away, because he was the best player they had at the time.

"Yo!" Milo shouted to them, as he hurried to the table. "There a problem?" He demanded, angrily grabbing the ginger's arm and yanking it off of Estella, pulling her away from him.

The ginger turned to get into Milo's face, but Milo stared him down, towering over him.

"What's it to you?" Julian shot back.

"Oh, I am not the one, Julian." Milo threatened. "Step the fuck back, and listen carefully...you're never gonna touch her again!"

"Oh!" The brunette mocked, cutting him off. "What? You gotta just fuck your way through the whole school, huh? Can't even save a piece for us?"

Estella lowered her brow in disgust and confusion.

"Fuck off, Bryan!" Milo cursed, becoming enraged at them calling Estella a "piece". "You're not gonna disrespect my girlfriend like that!"

Whoa. Thought Estella.

"Girlfriend? You? Yeah, okay." Bryan snorted. "Just let us know when you're done with that one. I don't mind sloppy seconds." He drawled, in a smug tone.

"They're all his sloppy seconds, man." Julian added, with an obnoxious laugh.

The two slapped hands in victory and walked away, continuing to snicker.

"Hey!" Milo shouted after them.

Bryan turned around.

"Phone!" Milo demanded.

Bryan scoffed and rolled his eyes, and handed Estella's phone to Milo, shooting an intense look at Estella, her face scrunched in disgust.

He smirked at her and jeered lowly,
"Don't worry. You'll see me again, Kitten."

He then turned his vile smirk up at Milo, who in turn pushed him harshly away from them. Bryan put up his hands faking surrender, finally leaving the pair alone.