Still ▸ Teen Wolf [Book Two]

nine ; love is weakness

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CHAPTER NINE;

LOVE IS WEAKNESS

"Bite off my arm, Fido."

"Sage, I'm not biting off your arm."

Sage glared at Scott. "You know, being your friend is optional? Which means if you don't bite off my arm right now, I'm not going to be your booty call when you need somebody to hide a dead body for you. So, either bite off my arm or I'm going to tell Coach Finstock that you're the one who stole the condoms from his drawer last year."

"How do you even know about that?" Scott said, exasperated as he moved to tie up his shoe laces.

Stiles winced from beside Sage, while she just grinned. "Your best friend told me."

"Dude!" Scott cried, hitting Stiles on the shoulder. "Who's side are you on?"

"Whichever side gets me out of this mile," Stiles grumbled, moving to help Sage put on her jacket. Her zipper was stuck, and she was forced to wear an atrocious maroon colored tank top that screamed school pride, of which she had none. Therefore, she was covering the color up with a black jacket. "I don't even see why this is mandatory."

"Oh," Sage began, giving a sickening sweet smile at her boyfriend. "It wasn't mandatory for me up until your ass decided that we should bond over dying of a heat stroke and being murdered by someone committing human sacrifices. So thanks, babe, really. You deserve a medal for practically handing me my own suicide."

"Hey!" Stiles complained. "You weren't complaining when I signed you up!"

Sage gaped at him. "Seriously? Did 'Stiles, if you sign me up for cross country, I will kill you' not classify as complaining? Oh, my god. I'm going to kill both of you. You're both dead to me." She moved away from the two boys, shaking her head as she pushed her way to the front.

It's been three days since the night at the school when Boyd and Cora went rabid, three days since the full moon, and Sage wasn't exactly sure what she could say about what's happened in those long seventy-two hours. After she had her hour long break down in Stiles' arms, she asked him if he would stay the night with her — it was actually morning, but he didn't say anything about her choice of time. While they were laying down, they had talked about what happened to them. She explained who Cora was, what happened with Billy and Clara, and how Argent had given her a gun to shoot Boyd with.

Overall, that had been the icebreaker in the hesitant conversation. Stiles kept talking about how he wanted to see her with a gun and how sexy she would be, to which she cracked a smile for the first time since she'd cried. After that, the days were spent trying to rekindle relationships with Cora. There was more crying involving the two girls, and lots of hugging. Now, it was a full house in their loft. Sage was taking a temporary residency at Stiles' house until Derek figured out where everyone was going to stay.

"Hey, Connelly! You look hot in those pants!" A senior shouted from the group of douchehats on the lacrosse team. Sage rolled her eyes, sending a middle finger towards the boy without even glancing his way. She was too busy trying to pull herself together so that she could actually run this thing. The whole reason she wanted Scott to bite off her arm is because Isaac already said he wasn't going to, and she knew that if she had a bloody injury, Coach would be forced to let her sit out.

Although, she would probably be rushed to the hospital instead of taking a seat on a rock.

She pulled her hands up above her head, stretching as she readied herself. She felt eyes on her, and thought that it was just Stiles or the perverted senior, but when she glanced back she noticed that it was a different pair of eyes. Two pairs, actually. Aiden and Ethan were both staring at her, irises narrowing as if they were inspecting something . Great, she thought, thing one and thing two just had to be on the team.