Sage ▸ Stiles Stilinski [Book One]

26.

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TWENTY SIX. 

        Sage was pushed into Coach's office for the second time that day, Stiles guiding her in with his hand on her back. After Harris' class with the crystal experiment and the failed test on Lydia and herself, the four teenagers, Allison and Scott following behind, seemed to scramble into the place. Sage was practically hyperventilating, her chest never taking simple breaths as she struggle to get her heartbeat regular. She had been snatched up by Stiles as soon as class was over, him muttering a string of profanity in her ear as they all tried to rush to the office. There was only one explanation for why she wasn't being effected by the Kanima's venom and that was that she was immune. Lydia, on the other hand, had no reliable evidence on why she wasn't the Kanima. 

        Scott seemed to feel the same way as he paced around the room, "Derek's outside waiting for Lydia."         

      "Waiting to kill her?" Allison asked, crossing her arms over her chest. 

        "If he thinks she's the Kanima, yes. And if I am involved in any way with the Kanima, he won't hesitate to question me," Sage spoke up, biting the inside of her cheeks. "Whatever the hell is wrong with it, it's effecting me too." 

        "It's not her," Stiles protested, shaking his head in doubt. 

        Scott frowned, "She didn't pass the test, man. Nothing happened." 

        "It can't be her," Sage added. She, along with Stiles, has already stressed the idea at least a million freaking times. Someone else had to be the Kanima. Maybe it was Greenberg, or the creepy girl from her gym class. 

        "It doesn't matter because Derek thinks it's her," Allison started, looking in between her friends, "So, either we can convince him that he's wrong or we've got to figure out a way to protect her. To protect both of you." All heads turned towards Sage, who was just as capable of being hurt by Derek and his pack. 

        "He wouldn't do anything here, not at school," Sage dismissed. There was still a sting when she thought about the possibility of Derek sending his beta's after her. She figured he wouldn't do it, seeing as though he's really the only person she has despite all of this happening. They may no longer be friends, or even on the same side at this point, but she was all he has from his past. Their past. Which means she knew him better than anyone else. 

        "What about after school?" Allison opted, raising her eyebrows at Scott and Sage. Upon seeing mutual looks of defeat, she breathed out in exhaustion. "What if we can prove that Derek's wrong?" 

        Stiles stepped forward, "By three o'clock?" 

        "There's got to be something in the bestiary!"

        "The nine hundred page book written in archaic Latin that none of us can read?" Stiles exclaimed, raising his hands above his head to throw them into the air. "Yeah, good luck with that." 

        Allison pursed her lips, staring down at the ground, "Actually, I think I know someone who might be able to translate it." 

        "I can maybe talk to Derek," Scott suggested, shaking his head in defeat, "Maybe let him give us a chance to prove that it's not her. But if anything happens, you guys let me handle it, okay?" He looked around, his eyes landing on Sage and Allison in particular. The two girls had a habit of throwing themselves in dangerous situations just for the hell of it. 

        "What does that mean?" Allison asked, wondering where he was going with his little heroism act.         

        "You all can't heal like I do," Scott stated, "I just don't want you getting hurt."