Still ▸ Teen Wolf [Book Two]

eighteen ; disaster ever after

fair warning, there will be a couple of flashbacks. :-)

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EIGHTEEN;

DISASTER EVER AFTER

"Laura," Derek growled over the phone, his eyes glancing over to the blonde in the passenger's seat, completely oblivious to the conversation due to the headphones blaring music so loudly his ears were going to begin bleeding. "I'm going to end up killing her if she doesn't shut that stupid music off. Can't we meet up somewhere so I can drop her off with you?"

The brunette woman snorted on the other end of the line. "Yeah, right. We both know how she gets whenever she's on her period. I'm not letting her anywhere near my car when she's like that. You're on your own, baby bro. I'm almost at the new house anyways, so just endure the music and pray that her phone doesn't die."

"I hate you," he snapped, his hand tightening on the wheel as he felt his claws begin to extend out of his rage toward his older sister.

Laura only snickered from the other end of the phone, ending the call with a single, "Love you too!" before there was a dull sound of a buzzing line. The younger boy let out another snarl before putting his phone back in his pocket, giving another glance over at the blonde to make sure that she was still occupied on Nirvana's lyrics and not biting his head off because he refused to buy her chocolate at the last gas station. However, to his horror, he realized that there was the aching visual of an apple falling on her screen before the phone went black.

That was when Sage pulled her headphones from her ears and glanced over at Derek. "My phone's dead."

"That's unfortunate," he muttered, eyes narrowing on the road ahead to see that they were about to pass another gas station in a minute or so. "The car charger is with Laura, anyway. She said that she's almost at the new house so that means half of the furniture will be on the ground before we even arrive."

"Derek," Sage called, her lips in a tight line as she stared at him with a baffled look. "My phone is dead. I can't listen to Kurt Cobain's beautiful voice anymore, and all of my annoying friends from Seattle probably think that you got us killed with your shitty driving. Which, I honestly would mind, considering it would just keep them from asking more questions— but still. My phone is dead; and, I need to pee."

He rolled his eyes. "Thanks for letting me know."

Sage narrowed her green irises on the man, wanting nothing more than to shove her foot in his face and hope to God he crashed through the glass. Sadly, she couldn't considering it would only end up affecting her more than it would affect him, and had to control the anger that she was beginning to feel towards the older man by turning on the radio as her surrogate substance of music. Unlike her phone, the only lyrics that spluttered from the piece of machinery were ACDC and Aerosmith. It happened to be the only highlight of her day ever since she got into this car.

Even with the voice of Steven Tyler, the blonde girl still found herself glaring at the head of the werewolf in the seat next to her. There was a lack of understanding between them, mostly because while she began suffering through puberty two years ago, Derek didn't even remotely know what it felt like to have a monthly cycle of Niagra Falls happening in his uterus. It was also revolving around the fact that she didn't want to move to Phoenix, but because the man fucked up and nearly revealed his ability to howl and change into a wolfman, they were forced to relocate.

"Derek, I swear to God," she hissed, giving him a harsh look as he continued to stare straight ahead. "If you don't stop the car right now, your blood with not be the only thing in this car. I will literally murder you in front of a crowd of people and sell your organs for money. You know how much wolf heart is going to give me? A hell of a lot more than your consistent negativity."