Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

Cheesy Rom-Com Trope

POV: Milo

It's been three days. Three days! No call. No text. No sight of her. Is she a fucking ninja? Or, did she just not come to school all week?

I know, I fucked up. I never should of gotten into Chrissy's car. And, it's super great to know that everyone thinks I'm a man-whore, apparently even my friends. Yeah, I've gone out with a lot of girls, and made out with most of them, but I only had sex with a few, because I thought I really liked them. Well, except for Chrissy. Ugh. She makes me cringe. It always ends the same though, they just want clout or to compete with each other or something. Ugh! I don't know. They always start off cool but they end up being fake. And, because I'm a jock and a dude, I'm labelled: the player. I know I shouldn't bitch about it, I mean just hearing it sounds pathetic. I'm a guy who's decent looking, good at sports, and people like me and want to get with me, and I'm feeling sorry for myself!

Damn it! Why won't she just text me back? I don't care about any of it. I just want to see her. I'll shave my head and quit sports, whatever it takes. I don't want people in my business, and I don't want any other girls.

All I need are my friends, and to get the fuck out of this town. And, her.

How did this get so fucked up? Why does she always run away from me?

I have to talk to her. I have to know what happened to her. I know I can't fix it, but if I could just understand...Maybe I can show her that I can be there for her. I know I need to back off a little. Part of why I liked her so much is because she's strong and knows her own mind. I guess I just saw how much pain she was in and I just wanted to make it go away. But, it's not my place. Estella was right about that.

That's it! I'm going over there!

Shit! It's 9:00pm at night. Fuck it, I don't care!

I guess I have to do the old pebbles at the window thing.

I shoved my feet into my sneakers and didn't even bother untying them. I grabbed a jacket and just about ran to Estella's house.

Oh, God! Which window is hers? Why didn't I pay attention the last time I was here? This is how the idiot in the movie always gets caught!

I scanned the windows on the top floor of the house, until I saw a dim light reflecting off of the tiny silver stars on Estella's curtains.

Cheesy rom-com trope, take one.

I started to throw the pebbles at the window, my heart trying to blast out of my chest. I was freaking out about accidentally breaking a window, the possibility of her ignoring me, or her screaming for her dad or someone to come down and kill me.

My heart stopped when I heard the creek of the window and the thud of it being raised.

POV: Third Person

"Hey. It's me." He called up.

"I can see that, Milo." Estella drawled. "What's wrong?"

"Everything! Everything's wrong!" Milo replied, in exasperation.

"Remember when I said not to follow me? This constitutes you following me." Estella reminded him, pointedly.

"I can handle a bruise or two, Estella. What I can't handle is being away from you." Milo expressed. "I had to do something. You wouldn't answer your phone.

"And what did that tell you, Milo?" Estella demanded.

"That you want to keep running away from me. Keep hiding from me." He countered, bitterly.