Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

All Mine

POV: Milo

So after being coerced, and brow beaten by Estella and her mom...who I'm convinced are the same damn person; I finally agreed to stay with the Ortiz's until I went off to college. Estella's mom even sent over a small moving truck and movers to get my stuff, not that I have a whole lot anyhow. She wouldn't let me go back. But, she did go over to the house and talked to my mom, when my dad was at work. She also left behind some resources and information for my mom for victims of abuse. Regarding how my mom took the intrusion into her life, Mrs. O. was keeping that to herself. But, if I know my mom, it probably didn't go well. I blocked both of my parents on my phone and on social media. I just can't deal with her trying to guilt me, so I haven't talked to them since it was all decided.

It was strange in the first few days, but it's getting a little less awkward. I still don't feel like I should let my guard down. The setup is really nice and I was insanely grateful, but I just don't know how to navigate life without chaos, I guess.

Also, I really didn't want to sleep in the guest room. I was glad to have it for my things and my desk and stuff, but I still wanted to spend every night with Estella. They didn't forbid it or anything, not outwardly. But I was worried about crossing too many boundaries, and disrespecting them. So, even though I and Estella hated it, I slept in the light green room with the white curtains down the hall.

It was Friday again, the week kind of flew by. And the school was all crazy, with everyone talking about Homecoming. I was obviously playing in the Homecoming game, and of course like any school there would be a dance.

I know it's weird, but I'm kinda nervous to ask Estella. I never really asked a girl to a dance before. I'd usually just go with my friends and dance with whatever girls were hanging around me. And yeah, I'd usually ended up making out with one of them on the stairwell. Hey, don't judge me. I'm a hormonal teenager, and it wasn't just me!

I came out of my class and saw Estella by the sign-up activities board, scanning the posters and forms for different events.

"Hey, Princess." I piped up, as I came bounding over to her.

"Hey, back." She replied deep in thought, as her eyes continued to scan the board.

"You looking to suddenly become a social butterfly?" I quipped.

"Oh, God no." She muttered, shaking her head and grimacing. "But, I was thinking of signing up for the school musical."

"Yeah?" I asked, in a tone of surprise.

She shrugged and nodded timidly.

"Hey. Why are you being all shy about it, baby?" I asked, softly.

"I don't know. I haven't been on stage since...since..." And she trailed off, looking away.

I cradled her face carefully in my hand and gently ushered her to look at me.

"I understand." I expressed softly, looking into her eyes. "But, you're so friggin' talented, baby. Don't let him take that from you."

"Yeah. I know it's probably not as dramatic as I'm making it out to be. But, just with things still up in the air with Julian and Bryan..." Estella explained, before I cut her off.

"They're out of school forever, Princess." I interjected. "And even if they don't go to jail or juvenile lockup or whatever, they won't be allowed on school grounds. And, I'm here. Your White Wolf. I'll always protect you."

"I was wrong, you're the dramatic one." She chuckled.

"Hey, don't deflect." I voiced. "It's not dramatic to be afraid, baby. It's okay." I added, empathetically.