Sage ▸ Stiles Stilinski [Book One]

13.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN; 13

        "Faster?" 

        "Much faster!" 

        Sage pressed down on the gas pedal, making the two boys go flying back in their seats. She had a long fight about whether or not Scott or herself would be the one behind the wheel of Derek's car. She pleaded her case with the factor that she had driven the Camaro before and had yet to crash while Scott was still riding his bicycle everywhere.

        The reason the three of them, Stiles being in the passenger's seat acting as her lovely instructor of yelling at her to go faster, were being chased down by Kate Argent. Kate was two things: Derek's psychotic, werewolf killing ex and Allison's aunt; and intimidating, but that was inevitable. 

        "Slow down!" Scott shouted from the back, his stomach practically lodged in his throat at this point with how the blonde was recklessly driving. 

        Sage looked up at the rear view mirror, giving Scott a murderous stare as he tried to critique her driving when she was the one keeping him from dying. Besides, she'd rather die in a car accident that by a hunter's bullet crammed in between her rib cage and her heart.

        "Do you even understand what a car chase means, Scott? Slowing down is bad. Speeding up? It's good. The ultimate goal is to not get caught by the hunters that have weapons of mass destruction in their trunk!" Sage yelled, swerving to the right when she almost went head on into a stop sign. "Yeah, sorry but this car isn't stopping anytime soon."

        "If you go any faster, you're going to kill us." 

        Stiles twisted around in his seat to face Scott. "If she doesn't go any faster, they're going to kill us!" 

        Sage groaned and gripped the steering wheel tighter. She was really getting tired of cleaning up Derek's messes. Just when she was going to speed up, she noticed that Kate's car had stopped behind her, taking a turn and disappearing from the site. Sage snapped her head over to Stiles, the two of them staring at each other in uncertainty. There was only one reason why Kate would stop. 

        Stiles yanked the police scanner up from the dashboard, fumbling with the button that turns it on. "Subject is on foot, heading into the iron work." 

        Sage whined before starting the car again. "I hate him. I really do." 

        It didn't take long for them to get to the iron work, Sage expertly driving through the machinery and managing to stop by Derek. He still had a bit of a way to run, but she figured he deserved that much after hypothetically almost killing her.

        Gunshots started to ring through the air and Sage leaned over the steering wheel to see that it was none other than the other murderous, werewolf killing, crazy Argent. Chris got a few good shots at the Camaro, but nothing that would hurt them. Derek got in the car, slamming the door shut while Stiles was still trying to climb in the back. 

        "Go!" Derek snarled at her, his nails digging into the leather of the seat as he stared at the blonde that was next to him. 

        Sage sucked in a breath of air to try and calm her utterly homicidal thoughts towards him. "What part of laying low don't you understand?" 

        "Damn it, I had him!" Derek hissed, shaking as he slammed his hands onto the dashboard.

        Stiles popped his head out from the back seat, placing it in between the two of them.  "What? The alpha?"