Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

I Don't Share

POV: Milo

The weekend ended on a calm note. Thankfully everything seemed to be smoothed over with Estella's parents. We still didn't figure out what we were going to do when high school ended, and frankly I was avoiding talking about it. It just seems to lead to that sad look in Estella's eyes whenever we discuss it. I can't stand seeing her like that. I love her so much and I can't even think about leaving her behind, but now we're actually starting to have to consider it as a possibility. Maybe it's not her heart that I'm worried about breaking. Maybe it's mine.

Walking out of Math class (Or Satan's Asshole) as I like to call it, I was waiting to spot Estella. She always left her class this period and walked this way.

I was excited to see her, she looked so Goddamn good today. She had on this little sweater and skirt. It was driving me crazy. She always looked good, but ever since I made love to her, I've been wanting to do it again. But with the insanity over the weekend, we haven't had a chance. Unfortunately for us, we were in school. I should probably be a good boy and wait. But man, did I want to be bad today.

I saw her coming down the hallway, and I looked her up and down, from her feet to her tan legs, leading under that little skirt that I was dying to dive into. I scanned up to her dark jeweled eyes.

But, they weren't looking at me.

I heard a chuckle come from her throat. And walking next to my girlfriend, and apparently making her laugh--was mother fucking pony-tail guy, himself.

Eric.

I started to wander over to them, trying to keep my face looking somewhat normal, when someone bumped my shoulder.

"Dude. Mi-blow's girlfriend traded him in." Bryan jeered, elbowing Julian in the arm, pointing to Eric and Estella.

"Damn, Bry! Looks like you gonna have to wait for sloppy thirds." Julian added, laughing obnoxiously.

"Hey, Kitten." Bryan cat-called to Estella, with a creepy wink, as he walked past them.

Estella rolled her eyes and scoffed in disgust.

Eric turned incredulously toward Bryan, staring him down. Territorially.

Oh, hell to the fucking no! My brain started to lose it's shit.

"Got something to say?" Bryan challenged.

"Sorry, I don't speak douchebag." Eric quipped.

The two looked like they were going to throw down.

Instead of setting them both on fire, as my dramatic anger was trying to convince me-- would be a good idea...I instead, snuck in behind them and grabbed Estella's hand. Neither noticed as they were too busy getting into each other's faces-- fighting over her. Both apparently, were too stupid to remember that they'd been fighting over someone else's girlfriend.

I walked her away, and put my finger to my lips, she laughed inaudibly as I ushered her away. When we got to the end of the hallway, I couldn't help but gloat,
"Hey guys? Everything okay?"

They both turned and saw us, and I waved to them with a smug wink.

"Pendejos." Estella shook her head, and muttered.

"Looks like they still haven't gotten the memo. You're my girl." I chuckled, nuzzling into Estella neck. "And I don't share."

She giggled, as my face was tickling her.

"What are you doing to these guys, Princess?" I demanded, jokingly.

"It wasn't me!" Estella argued, with a laugh.