Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

Rejection?

Luckily for us, we had the house to ourselves for the day, Estella's parents were out doing...whatever they were doing. I don't know. It didn't matter.

We took a little time relaxing on Estella's bed, neither of us wanting to get dressed yet. I wasn't sure how she was feeling
after our little break. We both felt like that last play session was a little more intense then we'd expected. She was still sort of quiet, as she laid back on her pillows covering herself with her blanket, and only saying one or two words when I prompted her to. I sat up and gave her a small smile, and I pulled her leg towards me. I then took her foot between my hands. I started to massage it tenderly, trying to show her the amount of care I was willing to give her, and that her comfort and pleasure were everything to me.

"Hey, Princess?" I voiced softly, as she lay back enjoying the sensation of my palms on her feet.

She looked up at me expectantly, which I think was the clearest response I was going to get, with her in this headspace.

"Can I ask you something?" I began, timidly.

She lowered her brows, and nodded her head, looking at me with curiosity.

"Will you let me take you to the Homecoming dance?" I blurted out, nervously.

"Oh." She finally voiced.

I stopped rubbing her foot for a moment, and froze. I hadn't expected this reaction.

"What does...what does "oh" mean, baby?" I asked, warily.

"I don't...really...um...school dances..." She floundered.

"Estella." I cut off her stammering, abruptly. "I'm sorry, it was probably a bad time to bring it up." I muttered, and shook my head.

"No, it wasn't...a bad time. I just...um..." She tried again.

"No, its okay. Let's just talk about it later." I suggested, feeling confused and honestly a little hurt. I'd hoped she would be excited,
but she obviously wasn't. Maybe she didn't want to put herself through another stupid event with me, with how I acted yesterday.

I tried to normalize my voice and tone, and stood up, "I'm going to get some clothes on, I got some stuff to do."

"Milo..." She uttered softly, but I just pretended that I couldn't hear her small little voice and kept walking, trying to maintain my composure.

I changed quickly into something comfortable. I didn't have stuff to do. Obviously I just said that, because I felt really weird after her reaction. I don't think I've ever been rejected like that before. Yeah, she gave me a lot of shit when I first met her, but I never asked a girl to anything that they didn't seem at least a little excited about. I know I needed to get my ego in check, but this was my girlfriend. The girl who just told me that she could never love someone as much as she loves me. I guess just not enough to go to a stupid dance. I can't just skip it though. I have to go, because of the team and everything. No, I don't usually care what other people think about me, but showing up stag when everyone knew that we're together, felt...it felt like shit. It was going to be incredibly embarrassing.

Fuck.

I was nervous, but I never actually thought that she'd say no. I guess she didn't actually say no, but...I'm gonna assume that "oh" is worse.

I heard her footsteps coming toward my room, and I quickly dove to my desk chair and pretended to be doing homework.

"Milo?" She piped up, from the doorway. She'd also changed into a pair of denim shorts, and a t-shirt, with my hoodie wrapped around her.