Aspen Juniper Veata has only ever known Beacon Hills to be a quiet and dainty town. Herself, along with her best friends Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski, had gone unnoticed by their peers in high school for as long as they could remember. Aspen ha...
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The time went by like fog. The day was somewhat dreary with the sun coated with white clouds that almost resembled shining pearls. At least that's what Aspen thought as she spent most of her classes discerning different shapes in the shadows above as she peered out the window instead of hearing redundant lectures from Mr. Harris. The man's syllabic tone terminated into muffles as Aspen's mind went into full overdrive of thought. With Stiles absent most of the day, she didn't have his distracting rambles to shield her from her mind. While Scott would have been another worthy candidate for pastime, he was too busy sending his love suck gaze to his "unrequited love" Allison. She didn't even have the pleasure of seeing her lovely redhead friend Lydia throughout the day, figuring she took some time away from classes for some reason she would figure out later.
It seemed Aspen's mind had her trapped the majority of the day. She made sure to find a back seat in all her classes, spent her free time hiding in a nook at the library with her earbuds snuggles in the safe confines of her eardrum. Lunch didn't seem to appetize her either, though she did share some chatter with Allison to take her mind off things. The raven-haired girl noticed her odd behavior but instead tried to distract her instead of prying. But right when she sat in a classroom, she was once again ensnared in the deepest hole of her sub-conscience.
Peter Hale was a knife in her back; every movement puncturing deeper and deeper until she felt paralyzed. Aspen thought she had forgotten about him or at least becoming a far off memory never to be looked over again, but the scar on her back that was now fully healed still left a trace of white skin that would forever remind her of the man who changed her life. For better or for worse? She had to go with the latter if she was being honest. For all she knew, Aspen lost Isaac. The one person who made a glance seem like burning embers in her chest.
She hasn't heard a thing from him since his nighttime escapade to her bedroom that one eight. Feeling his warm hand on her skin made her skin flame with a desire she didn't know she craved until recently. She didn't know when her feelings for Isaac had swelled into a tangled mess around her chest or when it had blossomed beyond just flattery friendship, but she didn't know how to differentiated if it was earnest or a whim of the moment. A fleeting feeling that was only in passing. All she knew was that she craved him more than ever after that night, but she had morals. And she planned to stand by them. If Isaac chose Derek, then Aspen had no problem standing alongside Scott when he needed her most.
Isaac changed, and that should be enough reason to stay away from him like Derek's command.
...right?
Perched on the cold meddle of the bleachers that lined along the ample lacrosse felid, Aspen felt skittish after hearing Scott's plan to try and steal Gerard's keys to find the bestiary in his office. But the frantic shaking of her leg wasn't just from nerves but the prominent cold air that she had not prepared for nipping at her skin. Her mahogany hair now fell over her shoulder, creating a warmth around her neck as loose front strands shaped her face. She stole a navy blue hoodie from Scott's locker and was now snuggling in the warmth of his sweet cologne that was surprisingly comforting. She silently cursed herself for not preparing for the cold game but decided to distract herself by keeping an eye on Gerard as required from Scott.
