Still ▸ Teen Wolf [Book Two]

fourteen ; culprit in command

highly suggest listening to unsteady by x ambassadors and breathe me by sia on repeat.

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN;

CULPRIT IN COMMAND

"I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry," Stiles' voice muffled out from his awkward position under his copy of Heart of Darkness. "I don't think we have any food left in the fridge because of you."

Sage, who was sitting on the end of the bed with her own copy of the book, as well as thousands of papers that Ms. Blake supplied with, turned to look over at her boyfriend. She rolled her eyes, mostly because she couldn't even see his face considering it was hidden behind the paperback. "I should be offended that you're calling me fat but it's true."

"Exactly," Stiles retorted, snorting slightly.

Sage stared at him for a moment. She didn't want to think about today's events at school, much less that Allison Argent was now officially a hunter-in-disguise again, and that Lydia was shacking up with her residential bad boy ex-boyfriend, Aiden. It wasn't fair to Stiles for her to be thinking about him. It wasn't fair to herself to be thinking about him. That kind of emotional stress wasn't something that she needed after her fight with Derek last night.

So, to take her mind off of things, she shoved her book and papers aside, crawling over to her boyfriend and falling onto his stomach as her legs moved to both sides of Stiles. He groaned, his hands falling on her hips but he didn't make an attempt to move his book away. Sage wanted to scoff at the boy's laziness but decided against it, pushing the book off of the brunette's face so that she could immediately press her lips onto his.

Stiles groaned into the kiss, pulling away so he could stare at her. "Why do you do this to me?"

"Do what?" Sage asked, pecking lips once again as she stared into his brown irises.

"Make me drive you everywhere. You're perfectly capable of driving yourself."

Sage began to laugh, grinning down at her boyfriend when she realized she had been caught. Granted, she knew a major part of the reason she kissed him was so that she could lure him into driving her to some fast food place that wasn't going to set well with the cross country meet she had tomorrow. "I love you."

"No, you love my jeep," Stiles huffed, sitting up on his elbows carefully, making sure she didn't fall off of him. "Which, by the way, is a serious first stage in admitting you have a problem."

Sage watched him, amused. "You're right, Stiles. I love Roscoe more than I love you. The pungent smell of lacrosse gear and Scott's shitty cologne really sets the mood. More so than the pungent smell of your room."

"My room smells like you," Stiles disagreed. "It looks like you've completely moved in after one day."

It was true. All around were different articles of clothing Sage managed to take from the loft while Derek was most likely out plotting ways to get himself murdered. She needed to go and get Argent's gun before she forgot and Peter ended up stealing it or shooting his foot off. Although, an amputated Peter wouldn't be the worst thing imaginable.

"Yeah, well. I'm not going back until Derek apologizes."

"Which took five months last year, Sage," Stiles said, raising his eyebrows at her as she fell back onto his knees in defeat. "Look, I hate the guy; he's nearly gotten you killed over a thousand times, but he's still your best friend."