Sage ▸ Stiles Stilinski [Book One]

07.

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CHAPTER SEVEN; 07.

        "Hey, it's me again. Look, I found something and I don't know what to do so if you could turn your phone on right now that'd be great. Or else I'll kill you. Do you understand me? I'm going to kill you. And I'm too upset to come up with a witty description about how exactly I'm going to kill you but I'm just going to do it okay? I'm goin— gah! Goodbye!" 

        Sage watched as he hung up, throwing the phone on the bed to the right of her. He paced around a bit before flopping down on the bed as well, face first into the comforter. Sage snorted, and went to flick his head when a knock at the door stopped her. She turned around while Stiles sat up, her smiling at the sight of Sheriff Stilinski just as Stiles frowned. 

        "Hey Sheriff," Sage called, grinning as she gave a small wave.

        She figured she might as well be the over achiever, especially when she knew Sheriff was still on the edge about her after what happened last night. He was the one who repeatedly asked if she was okay in the car ride home. She also knew that he kept an eye on the arm Stiles had around her shoulder.

        "Hi Sage. It's nice to see you," Sheriff greeted, before turning towards his son. "Please tell me I'm going to hear good news at this parent-teacher thing tonight." 

        Stiles opened his mouth, playing with his phone. "That depends on how you define good news." 

        "I define it as you getting straight A's with no behavioral issues." 

        Sage bit down on her lip to keep herself from laughing. She knew that Stiles had the grades, she just wasn't so sure about the behavioral issues. Sheriff was definitely going to be disappointed when he took a visit to Harris' class. 

        "You might want to rethink that definition," Stiles said, wincing a bit.

        When his dad sighed, he pulled a face because he knew it was only going to be worse. Sage was now biting down on her tongue to stop herself from slipping up, and she knew that as soon as Sheriff left, she would crack. 

        "Enough said," Sheriff muttered, before turning to walk out of the room. Before he did so, he quickly tilted his head at the two on the bed. "Err, there's nothing going on between you two, is there? I mean—"         

        "Wh— Dad!" Stiles hissed, eyes widening as his cheeks started to heat up. He scooted away from Sage, feeling his heart thump in his chest. 

        Sage handled the question better. "No, Sheriff. We're just friends. Nothing's going on." 

        "Nothing?" Stiles squeaked, somehow offended that everything that they had been through so far meant nothing to her. 

        Sage looked over at him confused, and Sheriff took that as his cue to leave. His son had basically just been friend-zoned and he wasn't going to stay and watch that mess unfold. Stiles continued to stare baffled at the damn blonde, wondering why his hope suddenly dwindled down as she said the word nothing. He hoped there was something. 

        "Do you really want to get the sex talk from your dad?" Sage asked, arching her eyebrows.

        Stiles opened his mouth, but quickly closed it when he realized she was right. So he stood up, cheeks still hot, moving to the desk chair to create some distance between himself and her. 

        "Will you tell me what happened last night?" Stiles asked, watching as she chewed on her lips.

        He couldn't help but stare at her. One, because she was hot, and two, because she was so intriguing. He remembered back in primary school when she would wear her hair in pigtails with light pink ribbons on them. He couldn't help but wonder if that part of her still exists, or if it burned away with the fire.