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

What if I'm Wrong?

POV: Milo

Sipping on my milkshake, I grimaced at Eric's antics.

He and Delilah sat across from us at our favorite diner booth. Estella was chuckling at us, while picking at her French fries from her spot on the inside seat next to me.

"I still can't get over how friggen' insane you must've looked to those guys!" Eric continued to exclaim, in an impressed tone."

"Dude, like a month ago you flat out told me you thought I was a psycho!" I countered, incredulously.

"Yeah. That's when you were just another sports neanderthal." He waved, dismissively.

I looked pleadingly over at Estella to put me out of my misery from this conversation.

She laughed softly at my pathetic expression, linking her arm with mine and laying her head on my shoulder, letting me know that she had my back. I sighed, taking in her comfort, my cheek resting on her head.

"Okay. So. Now that you've both got your acceptancees, where are you going?" Delilah piped up, sensing my discomfort with her boyfriend's current fixation on me.

Thank you. I mouthed to my best friend, and she subtly nodded in return.

"Currently undecided. All we know is that we're going to stay close to each other." Estella answered.

"Well, we figured that." Quipped Delilah. "Look at you guys! It's like you're permanently smashed together." She added, jokingly.

I shrugged, unapologetically.
"Maybe you should get smashed, Del." I suggested, snarkily.

Eric choked on his drink, spitting a little.
Both blushing at my crude comment.

"Awe! You alright there, buddy?" I feigned concern. He glared up at me shaking off the beverage, which made me laugh in satisfaction.

"Are you both going to the Halloween Dance?" Estella interjected, changing the subject as Eric dabbed at the soda on his shirt.

"Yeah! I have the best costume!" Delilah bragged.

"I don't know, mine's pretty hot." Estella countered, smiling competitively.

I quickly turned my head to scan her face.
"You already got a costume?" I asked, in surprise.

She nodded, biting her lip with a knowing smirk.

"What is it?" I pressed, impatiently.

"It's a secret." She sassed, scrunching her face at me.

I squeezed her thigh, in warning.

I don't like secrets.

She pushed my hand away, "Oh, stop it. It's fun, baby." She argued, with a pointed smile.

I glared back shaking my head, to which she just chuckled at me.

"Mocosa." I muttered, under my breath.

Eric assessed us both, having heard me and turned to Estella,
"Cuál es su problema? (What's his problem now?)" He asked, jokingly.

"Te entiendo, pendejo! (I understand you, dumbass!)" I clapped back at Eric.

"Nada! Nada! (Nothing! Nothing!) Okay? We're good." Estella laughed, flattening her hands on my chest.

"So, do I have to learn Spanish now, too?" Delilah quipped.

"That's a great idea, you can tutor Milo." Eric retorted, mocking me.

I gave him the finger and rolled my eyes.