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

What Are You Waiting For?

Delilah--->Estella's hospital room. 📱 ☎️

"Hello?"
"Estella?"
"Delilah?"
"Oh, my God! I'm so glad they put my call through. You don't have your phone in there?"
"I'm fine, Delilah. Thanks for asking...And, no. They don't want us to get triggered by outside things or the Internet. It sucks."
"Fuck. Yeah. Sorry. I'm glad you're doing fine...Listen! There's a video on Instagram of you!"

Estella's stomach dropped.

"Oh, no...Shit! Shit! They actually sent it out?"
"They? I don't know--but, it's definitely at least one person, specifically. And it's not good, girl!"
"Okay...w-whats in the video, Del?"
"It's the one of you singing."
"Oh! Oh, Thank God!"
"What?"
"Lots of people took videos at the dance. Who cares? What? Did I sound like shit or something?"
"Ohhhh, girl! It's so not from the dance. Here...listen..."

Estella listened through the phone receiver, and a song started playing.

🎵The joke's on me
You let me lines
I believed foolishly
Is it fun now?
Because the joke's on me🎵

"Del...who posted that?"
"Your mother fucking ex boyfriend!"

Wha--? I didn't even know he was filming me. How the f--?

"Did...did Milo...?"
"Yes, girl! That's what I've been trying to tell you!"
"Oh, my fucking God...."
"He's going fucking ballistic!"
"Is he okay....? W-what's he doing? C'mon, Del!"
"Okay! He's spinning the hell out. Says he's going to the party tonight. Says he doesn't give a shit about anything anymore. "I'm gonna rip his fucking dick off, and beat him to death with it!", is one of the more direct quotes that I can remember.
"Shit! Goddamn it! Whose fucking party?"
"Why...?"
"I'm leaving AMA! I don't have a fucking choice. Jared is so friggin' dead!"
"I'm gonna have to spring you, aren't I?"
"Please, Delilah. I'll do anything!"
"Alright. Alright. I'll grab Eric and we'll head right up there. I'm so sorry, Estella. Maybe I shouldn't of told you. I just didn't know what else to do. He won't listen to anyone. And, Estella...?"
"What...?"
"There's a picture too."
"Please don't say it..."
"You're kissing."

The piece of shit kissed me, and snapped a fucking picture.

"What the fuck am I gonna do, Del?"
"I don't know! Not kiss your ex? I love you, but Milo's my best friend. Just because I'm warning you, doesn't mean that I'm not pissed the fuck off at you, right now. And so is everyone else."
"He-he kissed me. I was gonna tell Milo...I just...I wanted to tell him what happened in person."
"He shouldn't of been allowed to visit you at all, Estella!"
"I know. He just showed up. But I should never have allowed him in. I was just curious why he came. I set myself up. I'm so fucking stupid!"
"Agreed. But, okay. I'll bring you something to wear and we'll have to go to the damn party. By the time we get back, he'll already be gone, and he shut off his phone."
"I think I'm gonna throw up "
"Fine, just do it now. Not in my car. See you in 45."
"Okay..."

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Delilah and Eric exploded into the party, which was apparently at that guy Noah's house. Delilah lent Estella, a green faux alligator-skin halter tunic with green rhine stones, a short black leather jacket, and black leggings, which she paired with her black combat boots.

Estella quickly threw on some makeup in the car, after an abrupt but unapologetic check out from the hospital. On the way there, the three vented their worries about Milo's behavior, and how she would need to confront him when they arrived.

Estella immediately spotted Milo in the crowd. He was leaning in close to a blonde girl, using his signature smile and wink as the two were quite clearly and shamelessly flirting with one another. Estella recognized this girl. Darla. The little brazen blonde cockroach, that somehow never seemed to stay squashed.