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chapter four ─── SATAN'S A WOMAN!
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THERE WERE TWO THINGS THAT ORION SINCLAIR WANTED TO MAKE KNOWN. For the sake of her own sanity, really. And, she supposed, for clarification.
First of all, despite her previous willingness to understand Stiles' theory surrounding Scott being a werewolf, Orion didn't actually plan on being dragged along for the rather pathetic ride. You see, she assumed that after the party on Friday, everything would go back to how it was before──with Orion exchanging minimal conversations with the two teenage boys while Jules insulted them. Yet, it was becoming clear that she had foolishly assumed otherwise. It'd been a few days since they discovered Scott McCall was indeed a werewolf with perilous fangs, ingrowing claws, and radiant golden eyes. And in the span of those eventful days, the aforementioned boys would pop up, seemingly out of nowhere, and start talking to her about anything wolf-related. She tried everything to keep them away, but the boys were deadset on adding her to their sad pack──which Orion was not thrilled about.
Second of all, Orion was by far taking the news of a supernatural world better than Scott and Stiles. For one, she was actually taking it seriously. The girl had plenty of concerns and didn't know how they (not her, of course) were going to handle most things. She had no idea what they would do about full moons, controlling Scotts shifts, or Derek Hale. But at least she was considering the negatives that would lead to their impending doom. Stiles was far too excited about the entire situation, which would definitely lead to them getting into more and more trouble. Scott, on the other hand, was far from...happy. Poor Scott was more stressed out than anything that he turned to denial──as if refusing to believe the truth would make it go away (something he probably picked up from Stiles).
But she digressed──once more for the sake of her sanity.
Orion sat in her almost vacant first-period class, her nose shoved in the new book she'd just started the next before. A few students were scattered around the classroom, but it was still relatively early in the morning. The first bell had yet to ring and wouldn't for another five minutes, and most of her classmates wouldn't come for another five minutes. And in the front of the class sat Greenburg with his head rolled back and his eyes shut as soft snores escaped his mouth. It was almost peaceful.
