Still ▸ Teen Wolf [Book Two]

fifteen; welcome to motel california

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN;

WELCOME TO MOTEL CALIFORNIA

"No. Absolutely not. No way in hell."

"I've seen worse."

Sage, who was standing in between Stiles and Danny, turned to look at the werewolf that had dared to try and make things better. They were standing in front of their death sentence; literally, their death was about to hit them head on the second that they entered Motel Glen Capri. Sage was just imagining all of the STD's and cigarette buds that she's going to be sleeping on. The thought alone almost made her throw up just like Jared had.

Stiles whipped his head around to stare at Scott in exasperation. "Where have you seen worse?"

"I'm not going in," Sage decided, shaking her head. "I'd rather take my chances of someone killing me on the bus than sleep in this place. Seriously, guys, it looks like a shitty slasher film was shot here or something. That, or one is about to be shot and we're the idiotic assholes that decided it would be a fantastic idea to go in and die."

Danny snickered from beside the girl. "Blondes bite it first, Sage. Might as well just give you up first."

"I will castrate you, Mahealani," Sage snapped, glaring at the boy. Once again, she found herself repeating the word, "No," as she stared at the motel. It was unnerving, and she didn't like the feeling that settled in her stomach when she inspected the place. Everything about it was off, from the way the lights flickered rapidly to the way the vending machines rumbled from so far away. Below her feet, she could feel everything telling her to turn around and run far, far away from this place before they get sucked into the allusion that it's not dangerous.

Because, to her, it didn't seem like the case.

Sage barely had a chance to complain even more about the possibility of being slaughtered by a psychotic escapee from Eichen House because Coach was incessantly blowing on the whistle of hell again, giving everyone around a constant reminder of why Coach Finstock will continue to be the most annoying man to ever exist.

"Listen up and stop complaining, Connelly. The meet's been pushed to tomorrow, and this is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves."

Sage's eyebrows furred as she stared at Coach. "Ever considered they don't have many vacancies because they kill everyone that spends the night?"

"That's the spirit!" Coach shouted, raising his index finger towards Sage in appreciation. Sage scoffed and felt Stiles' hand fall on her back. "Now, you'll be pairing up so choose wisely; and I'll have no sexual perversions perpretrated by you little deviants. Got that, Stilinski? So keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little self."

Stiles' hand fell tighter on her clothes. "I hate him."

"Yeah, well, maybe someone will kill him before the night's over," Sage muttered before turning towards her small group of friends. Allison and Lydia were standing near the back, trying to stay undetected by Coach. Honestly, Sage suspected he knew and just didn't give a shit. "Are we splitting boys and girls?"

"That's fine," Scott agreed, nodding his head.

Sage was pleased about how quickly that decision was made, but she wasn't pleased about what the decision was being made about. Despite holding on to the idea of sleeping on the bus, she knew that her friends wouldn't stay out with her; no, they have to be convinced that this motel is bad news before they believe the blonde. She didn't want this time to end up like all of the others where a casualty was lost in the battle.