Wrangling teenage emotions is hard enough on good days, but what if on bad days they could manifest as giant flesh and blood monsters?
Pacific Rim meets Friday Night Lights as knee-jerk rebel Sage Sawyer is forced to join her high school "tourneytub...
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Sage is in two minds about holiday breaks. On the one hand, for a few days, at least, she is free from that hellish academic penitentiary.
But on the other?
She's forced to spend time with her father. Frying pan, fire, etc, etc...
Sage has spent hours stuck inside their dull, low slung house, sitting across from him at the dining room table, chewing cool turkey and microwave peas. When he finally gets an emergency call from the hospital begging him to come back in, Sage can tell he's just as relieved as she is.
Still, this turn of events leaves the rest of Thanksgiving night for her to figure out what to do. As is so often the case in Sage's life, it doesn't take her very long to realize she will not be spending one more second cooped up in this dreary place. She quickly throws on her leather jacket, hops aboard Damien, bursts over the shattered stones of their half-hearted driveway, and kicks her trusty motorbike into high gear.
Sage has no idea where she's going. She figures she'll know it once she gets there.
Once she does get there though - she's furious with herself.
"Oh, what the hell, Sawyer!? Ugh, since I'm here anyway..."
***
Sage kneels just beneath the sill of Gee's barely open bedroom window.
She shouldn't be here. This was a bad idea. This girl wrecked her heart and her brain and her-
And yet, there Gee sits, on top of her bed, the very picture of innocence.
As always, Genesis O'Toole is frustratingly radiant.
Although Sage isn't really sure if she still hates the girl, she has to admit her beauty. Not just that, either, it's the way Gee draws her in. Draws everybody in, really. Like moths to a flame. The golden aura of her light spilling over everything she touches, everything she says...
Too bad it's all poison.
Sage sighs. She should really be heading back home. She can't believe she climbed all the way up here, over The Barn's back porch roof, to this second story.
Sage must have sighed a bit too loudly, though, because Gee gives a start and marches over to her window. She slides it all the way open. She peers out. Eventually, she looks down. Their eyes meet.
Gee folds her arms across her chest. "I thought you said you never wanted to see my face again."
"I don't." Sage turns to climb down the way she came. Gee grabs her arm and pulls her back to the window.
"I'm not letting you get away that easy, Sawyer. There's obviously a reason you came. C'mon, it's freezing out here. Get inside."
Sage can feel Gee's strong arms wrapping around her midriff. She pulls her inside. Sage is so surprised, she lets her. They both find the other blushing intensely from the close contact. They pull away instantly. Gee brushes past Sage to roll the window halfway down again. This gives Sage a chance to look around the room.
