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CHAPTER EIGHT; 08

        "Did he not pick up?" 

        "If he did I wouldn't be talking to you, Sage." 

        Sage snickered. "Touche." 

        Allison laughed as well, and Sage felt relieved that she was talking to someone. Even if it wasn't who she wanted to talk to, it felt nice to have an actual conversation with a person not involved in the werewolf drama. Allison had ended up giving Sage her phone number when she dropped by the hospital the day Sage was discharged, and the two had hung out at Allison's house afterwards. It felt nice to have a girl friend.

        The only problem was that Allison was an Argent. 

        "So, how are you doing? After the whole thing—" 

        "I'm perfectly fine. Jackson decided to be an asshole, nothing new," Sage bluntly spoke, a bland taste on her tongue as she thought back to when the lacrosse player had forcefully pressed his lips onto her own.

        She had told Allison what happened at the hospital, how Jackson was drunk and decided to kiss her, as well as the text message she got from Stiles. She only told Allison because she didn't really have anyone else to tell; Derek would have killed Jackson, and Stiles was pissed at her so that left her new brunette friend as the final option.

        "You know that's not what I'm talking about, Sage. Have you heard from Stiles?" Allison asked.

        Sage snorted, and shifted around in the Camaro. She had taken it for a drive, and somehow she ended up in the middle of nowhere, literally, and decided to call Allison, who was trying to call Scott, who was with Derek, who doesn't know she stole the Camaro. It was like a cycle. 

        "Not a word. I'm pretty sure he's pissed at Scott too, though. Didn't you say Sheriff Stilinski got hit?" 

        Allison hummed from the other end. "Yeah, at the conference. By the way, did you ever go?" 

        Sage almost snorted when she thought about Derek sitting in front of Harris or Coach, listening to them babble on about how she's always late to class and is known to back talk. All she could picture was Derek smirking like an idiot because Sage is exactly like Luke, despite claiming she wasn't the first day of school. 

        "No, and they didn't ask me about it either. I guess they're afraid to ask. Everyone knows that Derek is my guardian, but I think they're afraid to ask because of having to bring up my mom and dad," Sage explained.

        That was most likely the only reason. None of the teachers wanted to deal with a blubbering orphan trying to explain that her parents couldn't come because they were dead. Granted, it would be amusing for her to experience but the teachers would probably have a nervous breakdown. 

        "Is it hard? You know, thinking about them?" 

        Sage couldn't help but smile when Allison asked the question. Every time she would say something about her parents, people would go all awkward and apologize at least thirty times. It was refreshing to have Allison do neither, instead continuing on with the subject. The only other person to be that blunt was Stiles. 

        "It's not as hard as it used to be. When I was younger, I would stay up at night crying and wishing they would come back. But now, it's not that I necessarily want them back, it's just that I want to have experiences normal teenagers have. I'll never have my dad walk me down the aisle, or  have my mom do my makeup for prom. I'll never be able to bicker with my brother about taking too long in the bathroom. Thinking of the moments that got taken away is the hardest part, really." 

        It was silent on the phone for a few seconds, before Allison's throat cleared. "Well, when prom comes, I'll definitely be there to do your make up. You might look like a clown, though." 

        "Okay, deal," Sage laughed. 

        "Hey, uh. I've got to— um, yeah. I have an English project and—" 

        Sage let out a snicker.  "Scott's there isn't he?" 

        "Don't tell my dad! I'll see you tomorrow!" Allison begged before the line ended. 

        Sage shook her head, grinning as she hung up the phone. She went to click off her screen when her finger accidentally pressed her text messages, and the same word was glaring at her. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she quickly pressed delete and it vanished from sight.

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        Sage actually arrived to class early for once.

        Still, half of the class was already situated in their seats, the one person she was trying to avoid being one of them. Her seat was directly beside Stiles. She wanted nothing more than to find a different one but the class was full, and she was absolutely positive no one would trade with her, making her stuck. She slowly walked to her seat, setting down her back pack and trying not to cringe at how awkward it was. 

        Scott appeared a few seconds later, and she could have swore the tension rose by another fifty percent. The boy quickly took his seat behind Stiles, and blew out a breath of air before looking towards Sage. She shrugged, not knowing what to tell him. They were only partially on the same boat. Stiles was pissed at her for no reason, he just started avoiding her.

        She felt like shit, a part of her was defeated, and another part of her was just pissed. He had no right to just avoid her for no reason, she didn't even know why he sent the text. He had no right to make her question her sanity at this point, because she was going out of her freaking mind not being able to talk to him. 

        "Still not talking to me?" Scott finally asked, looking towards Stiles who sat motionless, staring straight at the chalkboard. It probably had to do with him being cornered by both herself and Scott. She was to the left of him, Scott was behind, and Greenberg was on his right. No one wanted to talk to Greenberg. "Okay, can you at least tell me if your dad's okay? I mean, it's just a bruise, right? Some soft tissue damage? Nothing that big? You know I feel really bad about it right?" 

        "Oh my god," Sage muttered, rubbing her face as she watched Stiles refuse to talk. 

        "What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out? That I went to Derek for help?" Scott wondered. Sage knew that bringing up Derek would get Stiles to talk, mostly because Stiles hated Derek and his whole existence. 

        "If I was talking to you, I would tell you that you're being a total idiot for trusting him," Stiles spat out, not even bothering to look back and acknowledge Scott. "But obviously, I'm not talking to you." 

        "It's okay, Scott, he's not talking to me either," Sage comforted, looking over at Scott.

        She saw Stiles' jaw tighten, and she knew that her attempt to piss him off worked. It made her feel a bit better because he deserved it for being an asshole to her. 

        Stiles glanced over at her, narrowing his eyes. He was still pissed at her, but he was more pissed at Jackson. Actually, he's not even sure who he's more pissed at anymore. All he knew is that he's pissed. When he sent the text, he was just tired of falling for a girl that falls for the wrong guys— the same guy, actually.

        Which just made him hate Jackson a little more. 

        He looked away from her after that, pursing his lips before turning around to stare at Scott. "Alright, what did he say?" 

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        Sage walked out of English class, ready to go to her locker to exchange her books when a hand grabbed a hold of her bicep. She almost jumped out of her skin, but when she saw that it was just Scott, she let out a deep sigh in relief. Stiles was by his side, and she noticed him roll his eyes after seeing Scott snatch her from the crowd. 

        "So he told you to tap into your werewolf side and get angry?" Stiles repeated the same words from class. He made it his best interest to stay on the other side of Scott, away from Sage. Scott nodded in agreement, and Stiles contemplated. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you do that, you try to kill someone, and that someone is usually me." 

        Sage frowned, looking up at Scott. "I thought you stopped being a homicidal maniac?" 

        "No, he hasn't, and I refuse to let Derek teach him anything," Stiles said to her, never once making eye contact. 

        "What about me?" Sage asked, looking over at the two. 

        Stiles scoffed at the blonde. "I refuse to let you teach him anything either."

        "You know what—" 

        Stiles avoided her attempt at a back fire, looking over at Scott. "When's he supposed to be teaching you?"

        "He's picking me up at the animal clinic after work," Scott informed, thinking back to the conversation they had in his room after the alpha showed up outside of his car. 

        "After work, alright. Well, that gives me until the end of the school day then." 

        "To do what?" Scott asked, arching his eyebrows high. 

        Stiles looked over at Sage for the first time and sighed. "For Sage and I to teach your ourselves." 

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        Sage followed behind Stiles into the boy's locker room, the two of them awkwardly silent as they darted through the benches. It smelled exactly like anyone would think a locker room smelled like: teenage boy and too much Axe. She watched as Stiles got to a locker, most likely his, pulling out a duffle bag and a lacrosse stick. He handed the stick to her without speaking, and she bit down on her cheek. 

        "Okay, what the hell is your problem?" 

        Stiles turned around, surprise written all over his face. He almost dropped the duffle bag from his hand out of shock. He honestly didn't think she would talk to him. He was just kind of hoping that she would make this as quick as possible and he could leave the locker room. He felt a shiver rise up his spine. 

        "I don't know what you're talking about," he answered, going back to walking towards Coach's office. He was generally surprised when she grabbed a hold of his arm, tugging him back around so they were face-to-face. 

        "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Why the hell are you ignoring me? What the hell did I do to you?" Sage asked, crossing her arms over her chest. She truly wanted to know because it was eating her up inside just having him hate her for no reason. 

        Stiles frowned. "It doesn't even matter anymore." 

        "Why? Because we're 'nothing'? Stiles, why did you send that text message? I know it has to do with what I told your dad about our relationship." 

        Stiles closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He really didn't want to do this now. He also didn't want to tell her that he was jealous because he saw her kissing Jackson, and he most definitely didn't want to tell her that he liked her. She was just a crush anyways, he loved Lydia. He's loved Lydia since he was a kid. It's always been Lydia. 

        Something told him he was lying to himself. 

        "I sent it to the wrong person, I meant to send it to Scott," Stiles lied, going to turn around once again when Sage jerked him back. He went crashing into her chest, grabbing a hold of the locker that was behind her to steady himself. 

        Sage felt the wind knock out of her when she realized Stiles was centimeters from her lips. Their chests were still pressed tightly against each other, and she could feel his heart beating through his plaid shirt. That was when she realized she really wanted him to kiss her. She could practically just tilt her head and there his lips would be, but she never had the chance because he pushed away from her, rushing towards Coach's office. 

        He came back a few seconds later with a phone. "Alright, let's go." 

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        "Put this on." 

        Stiles handed Scott a monitor that he needed to put on his waist in order for the plan to work. Sage sat on the bleachers across from Stiles. She knew what the plan was, and she also knew that it was both payback and help. She wasn't going to be participating because she wasn't really in the mood to hurl lacrosse balls at Scott. 

        "Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors they use for the track team?"

        Stiles nodded. "Yeah, I borrowed it." 

        "Stole it," Sage corrected, shooting Scott a look that he returned with a grin. Stiles looked over at her with a glare, the whole locker room scene was now forgotten for the time being. 

        "Temporarily misappropriated," Stiles shot  back. "Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs. You're going to wear it for the rest of the day." 

        "Isn't that Coach's phone?" Scott asked, looking down at the phone that Stiles was fiddling around with in his fingers. Stiles didn't even bother glancing down. 

       Stiles cringed. "That, I stole." 

        "Why?"

        "Alright well your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right? When you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning to control it is tied to controlling your heart rate," Stiles explained.

        Sage pursed her lips, wishing she could help them out more. She doesn't know as much as Derek does when it comes to werewolves; she knows that full moons are bad, packs are good, killing is bad, and that alpha's have a tendency of going on a murderous rampage for no reason. 

        "Like The Incredible Hulk?"

       Stiles let out a huff in annoyance. "Like The Incredible Hulk." 

        "I'm like The Incredible Hulk!" 

        Sage snatched the strap out of Stiles' hand, rolling her eyes at how annoying the two boys were being. "Would you just shut up and put the stupid thing on."

        Scott did as told, scared that she would rip him apart if he didn't. Scott also noticed the two come out onto the field with dark, red faces. He didn't bother questioning what they did in the locker room. Not even when Sage's heart sped up as Stiles accidentally brushed her arm, or when Stiles almost dropped the duffle bag and lacrosse stick. They were fidgety.

        More than usual, at least. 

        Sage watched as Stiles duct taped Scott's hands together so he couldn't get out. From her place on the bleachers, she could clearly see both parties, and could turn away if she needed to. She had a feeling that Stiles wasn't going to be holding back. Not after what Scott did to his dad. 

        "Remember, don't get angry," Stiles reminded Scott as he turned on Coach's phone. 

        "I'm starting to think this is a really bad idea," Scott shouted, and then the ball came, hitting him straight in the chest. Sage winced, closing her eyes before she could see Stiles fling another ball directly at Scott's face. "Okay, that one kind of hurt." 

        "Be quiet. Remember you're supposed to be thinking about your heart rate, about staying calm," Stiles said, twisting the stick in his hands.

        He continued to throw balls at Scott, laughing while Sage just shielded herself from the action. While she was turned around, she noticed that Jackson was standing behind the bleachers, looking at the chaos happening on the field. Jumping up from her seat, she rushed over to him, trying to direct his eyes from the two idiots to her. 

        "Hey." 

        He looked over at her and nodded once in greeting. "Hey, what are you doing here?" 

        "Oh, you know, just chillin'," she awkwardly replied, laughing mechanically as she leaned her arm on the bleacher to try and block his view.

        He did stop glancing over, but only because he had a clear view down her shirt with the tank top she decided to wear today. Even after she has seen the, somewhat, decent side of him, he contiues to prove that he is still an asshole deep down inside. 

        "So someone told me that you were in the hospital?" 

        Just what she was trying to avoid. 

        "Yeah. I had a seizure, but I'm okay now," she reassured, forcing a smile on her face to try and take away all of the uncomfort that she felt. 

        From across the field, Stiles just so happened to glance over to see that Sage was speaking with Jackson. And his anger fueled, making him hurl a ball as hard as he could at Scott. When the ball hit him in the face, Stiles heard the heard monitor begin to beep a lot louder and faster than it had before. 

        Jackson and Sage had also directed their attention over to Scott who was now on the ground, free of the tape and able to kill all of them.

        Sage's eyes widened and she looked over at Jackson. "I've got to go." 

        Then she darted onto the field, coming to a halt right beside Stiles who was glancing down at the heart monitor. It was slowly decreasing, and Sage took a step forward, crouching in front of Scott. "You started to change." 

        "My anger— but, it was more than that. It was like the angrier I got, the stronger I felt." 

        "So it is anger then," Stiles confirmed. "Derek's right." 

        Scott took a deep breath. "I can't be around Allison." 

        "Wait, why?" Sage asked, furring her eyebrows. 

        "Just because she makes you happy?" Stiles asked, wondering where the hell Scott's mind was at the moment. Why would he stay away from her if she makes him happy?

        "No, because she makes me weak." 

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        "Let's go. Sit, sit, sit, sit, we've got a lot to cover today." 

        Sage sighed as she walked into Coach's class, plopping down in her seat. She watched Stiles go to take the seat in front of her when Scott was quick to ask him to sit behind him. Sage realized why when she saw Allison set her books down. Stiles pulled his leg out, giving Scott a look before returning to the seat in front of her. 

        "Hey," Allison said to Scott, a smile on her face. "I haven't seen you all day." 

        "Yeah, uh, I've been super busy," Scott lied, turning around to give Sage and Stiles a pointed look that basically screamed for help. Sage shrugged while Stiles just slouched into his seat even more. 

        "When do you get your phone fixed? I feel like I'm totally disconnected from you." 

       Scott frowned, trying to figure out how to continue with the lack of truth. "Uh, soon. Real soon." 

        Sage let out a deep sigh and leaned forward in her seat, dropping her head on her desk as she tried to ignore the awkward conversation in front of her. Well, really it was to the left of her, but still.

        Stiles seemed to feel the same because he leaned back in his chair, whispering in her ear. "This is like a train wreck waiting to happen." 

        "So I changed partners by the way," Allison excitedly told Scott, happy that she was able to spend more time with the boy. 

        "Oh, to who?" Scott wondered, completely oblivious to the fact that the brunette was talking about him.

        Sage snorted, but it was only heard by Stiles who was close enough to catch it. "Dumb ass." 

        "To you, dummy," Allison replied, essentially repeating the in-explicit version of what Sage mumbled.

        "Me— uh, I mean, are you sure?" 

        Allison nodded. "Yeah. This way I have an excuse to bring you home and study."

        Sage blocked out their conversation from then on, using her arms to cover her ears while she tried to prepare herself for Coach's class. She felt an exhale come from Stiles as his back leaned up against her hands. She assumed the conversation between the couple was only getting worse from there, and if Scott ended up hurting her feelings, either Lydia or herself would be doing damage control. 

        Sage's head shot up when a book slammed down, and Coach shouted out. "Settle down, now. Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading. Greenberg, put your hand down. Everybody knows you did the reading. How 'bout McCall?" 

        Sage let out a breath of relief. She hadn't done the reading, and she was positive Allison hadn't either because they were on the phone the whole night, and then Scott came over. Who Sage also knew didn't do the reading. 

        "Huh?" Scott blubbered out, extremely lost. 

        "The reading," Coach deadpanned, blinking a few times as if his lacrosse player had trouble processing the English language.

        Scott looked around the class to see no one was going to help him. "Last night's reading?" 

        "How about the beginning of the Gettysburg Address?" 

         "What?" Scott asked, bewildered. 

        Coach's eyes narrowed. "That was sarcasm. You familiar with the term sarcasm, McCall?" 

        Scott's head turned around, peering at Stiles and Sage who both proudly grinned at the fact that they were the ones blessing their friend with the gift of sarcasm. "Very." 

        "Did you do the reading or no?" Coach finally asked, getting fed up with Scott's back talking. 

        Scott cringed, biting down on the inside of his cheek. "I think I forgot." 

        "Nice work, McCall. It's not like you're averaging a D in this class. Come on, buddy. You know I can't keep you on the team if you have a D. How about you summarize the previous night's reading?" 

        Sage heard a small beeping, and she looked to see that Stiles had out Coach's phone which was still monitoring Scott's heartbeat. When Stiles and her locked eyes, she could see him begin to freak out. It would be really, really bad if Scott wolfed out in front of the whole class. 

        "No? How about the night before that? How about you summarize anything you ever read? In your entire life! A blog? How about uh—how about the back of a cereal box? How about the adult only warning from your favorite website you use every night? Anything? Thank you, McCall. Thank you. Thank you! Thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I had for your generation! You just blew it for everybody! Thanks. Next practice you can start with suicide runs. Unless that's too much reading." 

        Sage felt her heart slowly stop pounding when she saw that his heart rate was decreasing. Both her and Stiles looked over to see that Allison's hand was now intertwined with Scott's. Letting out a deep exhale, she slowly laughed as she leaned her head on Stiles' shoulder. 

        "Holy shit." 

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        "It's her." 

        "What do you mean?" 

        "It's Allison," Sage interjected, raising her eyebrows as she walked alongside the two boys on their way to their next class. .

        Stiles found himself further explaining what him and the blonde were going on about. "Remember what you told me the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her, right? About protecting her?" 

        "Okay," Scott agreed, not one hundred percent sure where exactly his best friend was going with this conversation. 

        "The night of the first lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field." 

        Scott nodded, looking over at the two with wide eyes. "Yeah, I did." 

        "So that's what brought you back so you could score. And then after the game in the locker room, you didn't kill her. At least not like how you were trying to kill me." When Scott kept the dumbfounded look, Stiles was forced to continue. "She brings you back is what I'm saying." 

        "No, that's not always true because literally every time I'm kissing her or touching her—" 

        "That's not the same. When you're doing that you're just another hormonal, teenager thinking about sex," Sage jeered. When she saw his face gaze off, she curled her lip in disgust "You're thinking about sex right now, aren't you?" 

        "Yeah," Scott admitted sheepishly. 

        "That's— that's—" Stiles started, before sighing. "Look, back in the classroom when she was holding your hand, that was different. I don't think she makes you weak, I think she actually gives you control. Like an anchor." 

        "You mean because I love her." 

        Sage's eyes widened, and she stopped in her place with her hand slapping the teen wolf's chest to keep him rooted in the same position. "Excuse me?" 

        "Did I just say that?" Scott thought out loud. Sage cooed from beside him, grinning while Stiles tried his best to ignore her excitement about the fact that Scott had finally admitted his love to the new girl in Beacon Hills.

        "Yes, you just said that," Stiles repeated, confirming it for him with an eye roll.

        "I love her," Scott mused, never getting tired of letting the three words slip from his mouth. 

        Stiles raised an eyebrow, watching as Sage jumped up and down in excitement. He'd never expected her of all people to act like this. "That's great. Now, moving on—" 

        "No, no. I love her. Really, I think I'm totally in love with her." 

        "And that's beautiful. Now, before you go off and write a freaking sonnet about her, can we figure this out please? Because you obviously can't be around her all the time," Stiles begged, beginning to turn impatient.       

        Sage glared at him. "Oh give him a break He's in love." 

        "No, it's alright," Scott muttered, frowning a bit before turning towards Stiles. "So, what do we do?" 

        Stiles pursed his lips. "I don't know yet!" 

        The boy, then, started to spin around, and even after only knowing him for a short amount of time, Sage was able to pick up on what was happening. "Oh, God. You're getting an idea, aren't you?"

        "Yeah," Stiles admitted, his face beginning to grow wider as the plan became more set in stone.

        Scott jumped in. "Is this idea going to get me in trouble?" 

        "Maybe." 

        "Is this idea going to cause me physical pain?" Scott questioned, cringing. 

        "Yeah, definitely. Come on," he said, grabbing a hold of Scott's arm and taking Sage by the wrist as he dragged them both out to the parking lot. 

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        Sage chewed on her lip as she watched Stiles adjust Scott in a specific position. She had absolutely no idea what the hell Stiles was up to and she wasn't exactly ecstatic to find out either, especially if causes Scott pain. She wanted to remind Stiles that if Scott got any serious cuts or wounds then she would be the one facing the repercussions, not him. She became even more anxious when she saw Stiles pull out his keys. 

        "Do you have your keys?" Stiles asked Scott. When he pulled them out, Stiles nodded. "Perfect." then began to set him in a particular position. "Hold them up like so. Now, whatever happens, just think about Allison. Try to find her voice like you did at the game. Got it? Okay, just keep holding it." 

        Stiles grabbed a hold of Sage's wrist, guiding her towards the truck that was a few feet away from them. When he began to drag the key along the side of it, her eyes widened and she went to stop Stiles, "What the hell are you doing?" 

        "Chill, it's all part of the plan." 

        "The plan for Scott to get jumped by a bunch of assholes that care more about this car than boobs?" 

        "Exactly!" When he reached the end of the car, he kept an arm next to Sage to keep her out of the line of fire."Aye, aye, aye! What do you think you're doing to that truck, bro!" 

        Three guys turned around and Sage flinched when she heard the guy begin to yell. It didn't even take a second for Scott to get punched in the jaw, and Sage shot her hands to her mouth, watching as they continued to throw blows at his face. Stiles pulled out the phone, looking down and watching as it started to increase the more he got hit. 

        "Stay calm, Scott. Stay calm." 

        When they got a hard jab in his stomach, Sage turned away. She had a low tolerance for people getting beat up. Even if it was Derek or Jackson. 

           "Stop, stop! What do you idiots think you're doing?" Stiles held up the phone that was beginning to stop beeping, while Sage just groaned when she saw Harris was the one to bust them.

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        Sage sat in between Stiles and Scott, having been forced to pull up a chair by Harris when they got into detention. Stiles decided that it would be fun to poke her with the end of his pencil while Scott continued to press a tissue to his nose to stop the bleeding. 

        "Excuse me, sir, I know it's detention and all but I'm supposed to be at work and I don't want to get fired," Scott explained. When Harris did nothing, he sighed and turned to Stiles. "You knew I would heal." 

        "Yup." 

        "So, you did that to help me learn?" 

        Stiles didn't even bother looking up. "Yup." 

        "And a part of you punished me?" Scott questioned, his eyebrows raising in question.

       Stiles snorted. "Yeah. Well, that was obvious." 

        Sage pursed her lips as she scooted back in her chair, wanting to give them a little space. She figured that this was a conversation that the two needed to have in order to rekindle their friendship. For all she knew, this was one of the biggest fights that they had had ever since they were little kids.

        "Dude, you're my best friend and I can't  have you being angry with me," Scott pleaded, begging for forgiveness; he couldn't stand his best friend being mad at him.

        Stiles hesitated for a few moments. "I'm not angry anymore. Look, you have something, Scott. Okay? Whether you want it or not, you can do things that nobody else can do. So that means you don't have a choice anymore. It means you have to do something." 

        "I know. And I will," Scott assured, smiling lightly. 

        "Awe," Sage cooed, grinning as she popped back in between them.

        Scott turned to her, ruffling up her hair in amusement while Stiles shifted uncomfortably. He was still upset about Jackson, he just shoved it aside for the time being. Scott was more important that a dumb jock, but now that he had settled things with the teen wolf, he was back to the jealously he felt about knowing Sage had kissed the guy.

        "Alright, you three are free to leave," Harris granted, having been listening in on the whole conversation, finally accepting that they were free to leave once they apologized to one another.

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        Sage kept glancing towards the back seat the whole time where Scott's boss was tied up.

        She felt absolutely horrible, but if Derek was actually right about him being the alpha, they couldn't take any chances. As soon as she arrived home, Derek grabbed her and forced her into the Camaro, which was when she saw the body in the back seat. Needless to say, she was blunt about asking why there was a warm body in the car. 

        Then she found out Scott apparently had a plan to convince Derek his boss wasn't actually the alpha. Which led her to being at their school so late, wondering when the hell her life became so extremely screwed up that there was an unconscious veterinarian in the back seat. 

        "Where's my boss?" Scott asked as soon as Derek exited the car.

        Sage got out as well, walking to stand next to the two. "He's in the back." 

       And so the two looked through the window, and Stiles let out a snort. "Ah, he looks comfortable!" 

        When Scott and Stiles started walking into the school, Scott grabbing a hold of Sage's bicep to bring her with them, Derek was quick to protest. "Hey, wait, what are you doing?" 

        "You said I was linked with the alpha, I'm going to see if you're right." 

        So they walked into the school, taking familiar turns until they ended up in the office. Sage was still in Scott's grasp, and when he realized it he quickly let go, muttering an apology before going to stand in front of the receptionist's desk. 

        "Okay, one question: what are you going to do if the alpha doesn't show up?" Stiles inquired, raising an eyebrow as he positioned himself in front of the intercom. Sage was still completely and utterly lost, having no clue as to what their plan was. 

        "I don't know." 

       Sage opened her mouth. "And, what are you doing to do if he does show up?" 

        "I don't know." 

        "Good plan," Stiles let out the snide comment, adjusting the intercom so it was directly in front of Scott's face. 

        "You said that a wolf howls to signal his position to the rest of the pack, right?" 

        "Right, but if you bring him here does that make you part of his pack?" 

        Scott cringed. "I hope not."

        "Yeah, me too," Stiles muttered, shaking his head as he took a few steps away.

        "Oh please tell me you're not going to do what I think you're going to do," Sage butted in, giving the two a look of accusation. She would literally murder the two if they were doing what she thought. 

        "We are," Stiles nodded, flashing her a sarcastic smile before waiting for Scott. "It's all you." 

        And then a cat was dying. 

        Sage couldn't even find it in herself to laugh because she was too busy processing what just happened. Her eyes widened as she choked back so many contemptuous comments. When Scott asked if it was alright, and if it was a howl, her and Stiles glanced at each other. 

        "Yeah, technically." 

        Scott frowned. "Well what did it sound like to you?" 

        "Like a cat being choked to death, Scott," Sage butted in, not even bothering if she hurt his feelings. Stiles nodded in agreement, wincing a bit when Scott began to freak out. 

        "Well what do I do? How am I supposed to do this?" 

        "Hey, listen to me, you're calling the alpha, alright? Be a man. Be a werewolf, not a teen wolf, be a werewolf."

        Sage waited, anticipating his next howl. And the next one was more than just a cat dying. It was definitely stronger and louder than anything she'd ever heard before. She felt her eyes widen, and she let out a long groan. 

        "Derek is so going to kill me." 

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        "I'm going to kill all of you! What the hell was that? Were you trying to attract the entire state to the school?" 

        Sage moaned, slamming her head up against the side of Stiles' jeep while the two boys marveled at what they just did. She could virtually feel Derek's glare on the back of her head. 

        "I didn't know it would be that loud." 

        "It was loud, and it was awesome!" Stiles added, his voice raising to a higher octave to signal just how awesome it really was. Even though it wasn't awesome, it was absolutely terrible and Sage wished she would have killed the two herself. 

        "Shut up." 

        Stiles rolled his eyes. "Don't be such a sour wolf." 

        "What'd you do with him?" Scott asked, making Sage's head shoot up. When they looked over, the door to Derek's Camaro was opened and there was no sign of Scott's boss, Deaton. 

       Derek's eyebrows furred in confusion. "What? I didn't do anythin—" 

        Derek wasn't able to finish his sentence. Stiles and Scott watched in horror as Derek was raised higher, the alpha standing behind him as blood trailed out of Derek's mouth. His eyes showed fear, but it wasn't for himself. With what control he had left over his body, he pointed behind Stiles and Scott. 

        Sage was standing there, blood flooding her own mouth as she let the tears run down her face. 

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