the butterfly effect;
(with reference to chaos theory) the phenomenon whereby a minute localized change in a complex system can have large effects elsewhere.
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In which she is sent to another world.
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[Book 1 in the Lorenz System Serie...
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Sarah fidgeted in her seat, visibly nervous as she stared down at her clenched hands, refusing to lift her gaze and meet the hazel eyes that she knew would be watching her.
Stiles Stilinski sat across from her, leaning back into the wooden chair that had been pulled from the other room, arms crossed over his chest as he stared her down, eyes raking over her skittish form.
Scott sat to her right, eyes flickering anxiously between the two of them.
Silence reigned a moment more as Sarah continued to stare down at her hands with Stiles visibly glaring at her all the while.
"So, let's just say that I believe this little story you're telling me," Stiles began, finally breaking the tense atmosphere as he leaned forward in his seat. He shrugged, lips quirking upwards mockingly. "Let's just imagine it, just for a second, that I abandon all my rationality, and believe you're telling the truth." His eyes squinted, gazing at her inquisitively. "Say that I manage to believe all that." His head tilted, voice lowering in thought as he went on, "But, you see, what I'd really like to know... is how you knew Scott's name at the hospital."
Sarah's head snapped up, blonde locks falling into her face, slightly blocking the widening of her clear blue eyes.
Stiles quirked an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm sorry, does that question bother you?" He leaned forward, hazel eyes glinting tauntingly. "Something you want to share with the class?"
Sarah felt a sudden flare of anger well up within her.
She gritted her teeth, jaw clenching in annoyance at the mocking look on Stiles's face.
Goddamnit, she knew how she sounded—She knew! But couldn't he just put his ego aside for one goddamn second and listen to her—?
Stiles scoffed, cutting through Sarah's fuming thoughts that were bubbling just beneath the surface of her calm demeanor.
"God, Scott, see?" Stiles shook his head, rolling his eyes as he turned to face his friend. "I told you, man, she's lying. She's obviously hiding something. You should've never—"
"Would you just shut the hell up for one second and let me talk!" Sarah shouted, slamming her hands down into the arms of her chair, making the two boys flinch in shock.
Stiles faltered, arms flailing as he jerked backward, almost slamming back into his chair.
For a moment, there was a beat of silence, Sarah's erratic breathing the only thing filling the room as she glared darkly at Stiles.
She only became more enraged at the expression on his face.
Stiles squirmed in his seat, eyeing her warily, like at any moment, Sarah was about to pull out a gun and shoot him and Scott.
