𝐷𝐸𝑀𝑂𝐿𝐼𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆 ➪ 𝐶𝐻𝑅𝐼𝑆 𝐴𝑅𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑇

01.

TWO days later, Sage finds himself trudging behind Scott and Stiles to attend another high school's party. He raises a brow as he messes with the silver rings on his hands, opting for that to fidget with instead of the chipping baby pink paint on his nails, or his black beaded necklace with a small silver turtle shell pendant. "Well, I'm ahead of you both in the moving on department, so.." he comments.

Stiles and Scott give him a look as the shorter boy remains between them. "Yeah, we've heard. Elvira wouldn't stop complaining about you ditching her two days ago, thanks for that." The human huffs out. Sage just shrugs, crossing his arms, which in turn slightly lifted up his black, sleeveless, boat-necked linen cropped tank. He was wearing it backwards, as there were three clear buttons on the back. Elvira told him that he looked stupid, but he just flipped her off, making sure that his black, mid-waisted baggy jeans showed just enough of his boxers waistband.

"Wait, that was true? You're actually sleeping around with random girls?" Scott asks, raising his eyebrows. Sage scoffs, giving him an offended look. "What? Dude, no." He immediately says. "I'm into guys, man. Not girls." He tells the two, leaving them frozen in place for a moment. "Wait, you're actually gay?!" Stiles blurts out after getting over his shock. Scott was just going over all the kisses the two had shared in the past, the light slowly leaving his eyes in realization.

After Sage laughed at the two for a minute, the trio, or as Beckett liked to call them—"The Triple S Squad"—finally entered the house hosting the party. A blonde chick, presumably the girl Stiles was talking about outside, immediately approached them. "Hey! There's the birthday gir—" Stiles' words were cut off when the girl presses her lips to his. Sage and Scott exchanged bemused glances, then Sage holds back a laugh at Scott's mouth falling open in shock.

"So glad that you made it." The girl says. "Me too." Stiles replies in a daze. "Come downstairs with me and help me pick out a bottle of wine." The girl, who Sage now knows as Heather, thanks to his supernatural hearing, tells Stiles. "Yes." Stiles eagerly agrees, letting Heather drag him away. Scott and Sage walk further into the house, the latter snickering quietly to himself, watching as Heather's friend walks off after giving Scott a look once he attempted to make conversation with her.

"Well, since we're alone now. Come dance with me." Sage says while grabbing a red solo cup filled with some type of alcohol. Scott raises a brow at him. "What?" He asks. "I said dance with me, wolf boy." The werecoyote repeats, dragging the lacrosse player with his free hand to the large group of bodies in the living room. Scott, now with a look of admiration, watches the teenage Hale dance, eventually beginning to dance himself as the tempo of the song picks up.

As the party continued, Scott and Sage found themselves playing spin the bottle, which led to seven minutes in heaven. Which also led the two of them being locked into the nearest enclosed space. Heather's parents' bedroom. "So.." Scott starts, watching the other dark haired teen sit down on the bed next to him. "Don't make it weird, McCall." Sage tells him. "Well, I've never played this before. I don't know what to do." Scott admits. "It's almost like spin the bottle, but with more touching. Or, we can just sit here and talk. We don't have to do anything if we don't want to." Sage replies, looking at him.

Scott nods his head. "Okay..yeah. That's actually better." He murmurs, but after a minute of silence he speaks up again. "So..you're actually..?" He trails off. Sage scoffs, starting to mess with his rings again. "Gay? Yes, I am." He says. "But you told—"

"I know. I lied." The brunet interrupts, speaking nonchalantly. "Why?" Scott questions, causing Sage to shrug. "It didn't seem important for you guys to know. I don't have to come out. I'm still the same I've always been at the end of the day." He says. "But we've kissed, I could—"