Still ▸ Teen Wolf [Book Two]

four ; fatal flaw in fate

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CHAPTER FOUR;

FATAL FLAW IN FATE

Sage shuffled through the random CD's that Stiles had left in the compartment box. There wasn't really much inside, a good majority of it actually belonged to her considering Stiles didn't think CD's were cool anymore and opted for modern technology that consisted of plugging a cord into the radio and playing through his phone. She, having grown up with the old legends, shoved one of her favorite discs into the radio and made him listen to Nirvana for two hours straight. This was over the summer, and due to their previous fight, she hadn't had a chance to get any of her stuff back that lingered in her boyfriend's car. Despite owning her own vehicle, thanks to Derek who grew tired of her stealing his Camaro, she still enjoyed riding with Stiles. It gave a sense of comfort and familiarity. She hated driving alone, it was too quiet even when she had music blaring. That's why she spent all summer with two of the loudest people she had ever come to meet: Stiles and Lydia. She wasn't sure how she survived being Lydia's best friend and Stiles' girlfriend all at the same time. Most people would have gone crazy. Take right now, for instance.

"Can you please stop destroying my car?" Stiles huffed out, his eyes flickering over to his girlfriend every time he heard the painful bang of a CD hitting his interior. "You're twitching and it's making me nervous."

Sage's hands went stiff on the CD's, and slowly, she turned her head to look at Stiles. Her blonde hair fell in front of her face, completing the 'shut the hell up' look that she had mastered over the years. Throwing the remaining discs into the compartment, smirking slightly when Stiles cringed, she rotated her body slightly in her seat. "I'm making you nervous?"

"Yes," Stiles admitted, rolling his eyes. "And not in that way."

"Are you sure? I mean, you've been staring at my chest like it's Christmas morning," Sage quipped, her eyes flickering down to her tank top that only provoked Stiles into frowning even deeper because now she was just teasing him. "Besides, I have a right to be twitchy. We're going to drown one of my roommates with no potential idea of what the hell might end up happening to me."

Stiles' eyebrows furred. "We're not drowning him, and you're not connected to Isaac. You'll be fine."

"Uh hu," Sage agreed, rolling her eyes. "Just like I was okay the time he got fifty of Allison's knives stuck into his side. Just like the time his dick of a dad decided it was cool to throw a glass at his face. Yes, I'm perfectly comfortable with this idea."

Stiles' mouth opened slightly at how much of a pessimist his girlfriend was. Of course, he was worried that something would end up growing wrong. To be honest, he didn't really give a shit about what happened to Isaac, but he did care about what happens to Sage. He saw what she had to experience the night Jackson died —then came back to life— and and he didn't want something going wrong and her face the repercussions.

"It's not one of our best ideas," Stiles muttered, his lips pursed slightly. He wasn't the one that thought of the idea, Derek had been the one to go to Deaton to ask for any insight on the subject. The vet new of something, but that something seemed to be extremely dangerous for Isaac, who was the one being nearly drowned, and Sage, who had no control over her abilities at this point.

Sage blinked a few times, staring at his face. "It's not one of our best ideas? Stiles, when have we ever had a good idea? Honestly, I can't think of a single time that anything has ever gone smoothly."

"Whenever we went to the ice rink—"

"Lydia went crazy and started screaming about seeing Peter Hale in the ice."