To Love a Wolf; Sequel to Coyotes and Wolves, A Milo Manheim Original Story

Fangs

POV: Milo

"Felicidades, Peli!" Eric exclaimed, jokingly calling her by the fake name she'd given him when they'd first met.

Estella was never a fan of new people. But Eric managed to push his way into the handful of people that she considered, friends.

"Oh, my God! Congratulations Estella! Seriously, you freaking earned this!" Delilah added, encouragingly giving her a hug.

Estella finally received her college acceptance letters. She'd applied later than all of us, but there was no way that she wasn't getting in. Her GPA was off the charts, not to mention her past extra curriculars, and her family's money.

I was so proud of my brilliant girl. Now we could finally figure out where we would be going to college. Both of us insisted that we stay together, either at the same school, or somewhere close to each other. This was non-negotiable. We promised each other forever, and that promise was set in stone. Estella wore her sparkly, purple, promise ring that I gave her everyday, absolutely refusing to take it off.

We came out to the Arcade to celebrate Estella's acceptances, meeting up with Eric and Delilah.

Deliah's my best friend, and she recently started dating Eric. I had my doubts, but they turned out to be really good together. Eric treats her really well, and they ended up having a lot in common. Me and Eric are good now, since he finally let go of his obsessive crush on Estella, and I put aside my ego long enough to get to know him.

The girls went off to play ski-ball, and I hung with Eric to play bubble hockey. I used to really dig this game when I was a kid, and I guess I was just feeling nostalgic.

"Yes!" Eric shouted, triumphantly. He'd just scored on me, again. Truthfully, he was kicking my ass.

"Fuck!" I spat lowly, slapping the machine.

"Hey, man..." Eric began, with a tone of concern. "...I'm not complaining, its not that I don't love whooping your ass for a change. But I gotta ask...Are you doing okay?"

My hands were resting on the top of the game and I dropped my head in defeat, sighing with frustration.

"I don't know..." I replied, sounding really flustered. "You know what? Nevermind." I back-pedaled, normalizing my tone. "I don't want to dump my shit all over you. Play again?"

"Dude, just spit it out. Your moaning and groaning is starting to get on my nerves." He commented rolling his eyes, while bending over to feed the bubble hockey machine.

I squinted my eyes at him, and grimaced.

"Has anyone ever told you, that you're just like a big hug with a ponytail?" I jeered sarcastically.

"Nope. Never been accused of sugar-coating, man. C'mon, let's have it." He coaxed, in his typical tactless way.

"You know I went to therapy, yesterday?" I revealed, matter-of-factly.

"What...is that bad?" Eric asked, shifting his eyes in confusion.

"No. It's fine, I guess, for other people. But, she said that I use Estella as a distraction, because I don't want to deal with my own shit. Says I'm codependent, and have some kind of personality thing and I disassociate to deal with triggers. I don't know, she threw a lot at me. It really pissed me off. " I scoffed, starting the game back up.

"Just so we're clear...you disagreed with her?" Eric quipped pointedly, cocking his head to the side.

"I mean, no! Not about everything." I conceded, chuckling darkly. "I know I'm fucked up, okay? But, what she said about Estella, it just... I don't know man, I guess it just fucked with my head."