Still ▸ Teen Wolf [Book Two]

forty ; mischief managed

all of the harry potter people will understand my grins.

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CHAPTER FORTY;

MISCHIEF MANAGED

There are many things that happen in Beacon Hills most would call an annual sort of event. For instance, every single year, there was a winter formal that always proved to be the bane of teenagers' existences. There was also the annual bonfire that would happen during lacrosse season where everyone practically lingered around a large flame in hopes not to burn like kerosene due to the overwhelmingly concerning amounts of alcohol in their system. There was also Mischief Day, or rather night. It was something to be celebrated by everyone in the town, even adults found themselves participating in childish antics for the single twenty-four hours before Halloween. It was one of the most cherished days in Beacon Hills, but some people would also vow to say that it was the worst due to all of the grotesque masks and faltering identities.

Sage Connelly happened to fit in appropriately well with that group of people. The whole idea of Halloween irritated her to no end, whether it be the fact that everyone was too happy and excited for her even physically try to smile or because it was always the one holiday that she and her older brother spent together. This had been the one night dedicated for the two of them and only the two of them. Despite the six year age difference between herself and her brother, Luke never ceased to impress her when she was younger with his ways around a costume. Countless times had she laughed until she cried over the simplicity of his costume, knowing very well that he put all of the embarrassing stuff on his body just to make her laugh; he was oblivious to anything but her happiness, barely acknowledging any of the people he knew at school and focused one-hundred percent on getting her to every house possible.

Now, the entire holiday just seemed meaningless. She tried, though, to be as happy as she possibly could but it was difficult. Everything was an aching struggle due to all of the events that have been happening recently. While all of her friends seemed to be improving from their hearts of darkness, she was only worsening. It was getting to the point where she had black periods in her time, where she could barely remember where she had been two hours ago and what she had done.

Now, she had to return back to school for Mischief Day, plenty aware of how much irritation she is going to have before the end of the day is up. More than she already has after waking up this morning to find that Derek Hale was comfortably occupying his bed all while Peter lounged on the couch as if the two of them hadn't been missing for weeks.

Sage hadn't spoken a word to them, barely looked either man in the eye as she grabbed her backpack and made her way silently out the door. She didn't have words to say to them, not after everything she had been through without them, without Derek. All of her symptoms of her charcoal heart had taken full effect while he was gone, and she had nothing to say to him. He just wasn't there. No one was. So, as she got out of the black Camaro she claimed as her own, she felt everything crash around her as she noticed teenagers laughing and smiling all around her, no matter the time of day it was. Had her life not been so royally screwed up, and had Luke still been alive, maybe she would have been in that group of laughing teenagers.

Instead, she faced with a different fate. Her eyes narrowed in on the figures of four boys that didn't seem at all civil, knowing very well that if she didn't move her feet then a third world war would break out between the good and the bad. The closer she got to them the more audible the conversation became, and Sage was frowning deeply from just a few feet away.

"You came to us for help. We helped," Ethan protested, no doubt going off something that Stiles had said in previous relation to the topic.