"please, just let me help you"
"why should i? everyone i know either dies or thinks i'm a total freak show"
Georgia Ray is a social outcast. Nobody bothers to spare her a second glance, unless it's to roll their eyes or scoff. Living alone w...
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"WOOHOO MOTHERFUCKERS!" Georgia shouted loudly as she accelerated the gas. She somehow ended up in charge of driving Derek Hale's camero as part of a high speed getaway even though she didn't have her license—because yes, Derek Hale did in fact survive.
Scott was in the passenger seat with his eyes blown wide, terrified by the speed she was going. Stiles, in the backseat, had a wide grin on the other hand. Behind them was Kate Argent in her own vehicle, thinking she was chasing down Derek instead of a bunch of teens.
"Georgia, slow down!" Scott shouted in fear.
"Scott, I don't think you're grasping the concept of a high speed chase here," Stiles piped up from the back. Neither boys had ever seen Georgia with such a big (although mildly psychotic) smile before.
"If she keeps going this fast, she'll kill us!" Scott exclaimed, his hand tightly holding the overhead handle bar.
"Which would you prefer, vehicular homicide or the Argent family burning you at the stake?" Georgia asked before suddenly seeing something up ahead, "Ah shit, it's a stop sign."
"Georgia, if you stop at that stop sign I will kill you!" Scott yelled loudly. Georgia just laughed as she blew through it, only pointing it out to scare them.
"Woman, you terrify me," Stiles said from the backseat although he was pretty amused.
"Yo, where'd our bestie go?" Georgia asked, turning her head to try and find the now missing Kate Argent.
"Georgia!" Scott shrieked when the car jerked to the side from her not paying attention.
"Whoopsie," Georgia said as she realigned the car with the road. Stiles turned on his portable device, letting them hear the police radio.
"All units, suspect is on foot heading into the Iron Works," the Sheriff said over the speaker.
"Hold on, boys," Georgia called before swinging a harsh left, the back of the car nearly flying off the road. Only seconds later they pulled out into an opening, spotting Derek and Chris Argent shooting down at him.
"Get in!" Scott shouted out to him, opening the door and jumping in the back with Stiles. It was crammed, but they managed.
Gunfire rang out as Derek jumped in the passenger side. The door barely shut before Georgia slammed her foot on the gas.
"What part of laying low don't you understand?!" Scott scolded Derek, his head popping up between the front seats.
"Damn it!" Derek smacked his hand against the dashboard, pissed off, "I had him!"
"Who, the Alpha?" Stiles asked, his head appearing right beside Scott's.
"Yes!" Derek exclaimed, "He was right in front of me, and the friggin' police showed up."
