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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Lets just imagine Isaac is making eyes at Aspen and not Scott, kay? Also it's my birthday (yayyy) so I'll be taking a break from my laptop for the day. As a birthday gift from me to you, this chapter is 5.7k words. Enjoy enjoy and leave your feedback:) I love hearing from you guys! Warning: bad editing, Isaac being Isaac (yes this is a valid warning) #werewolfweek _____<•>_____
Who knew the cafeteria oranges weren't molding from the inside out? A melody that consisted of hallway chatter and gossip made Aspen's head bob and down as she walked alongside Allison. The raven-haired girl was sending Aspen glances of mild horror at the sudden pep in her step. She was awfully giddy for someone who put their cousin in a hospital. Her dainty fingers peeled each orange away from its other half before plopping it into her mouth. Then the routine goes. Skip, bob head, eat an orange slice, repeat.
Only when Allison let her knowing to grin spread across her pale features did Aspen pause midchew to catch her in action. She lifted both plucked brows, curving around a student before a collision. "You look like you're about to kiss me." She said around citrus slice, not that she knew what the action looked like. Is that how Isaac looked at her? Is that how she looked at him? Does Allison want to kiss her right now? Aspen wouldn't complain. Allison was unarguably hot.
Allison's laugh sends a light glowing in Aspen's chest. She was bottling it up as they spoke. "You look like someone already beat me to it." she implied, brows wiggling suggestively.
A shallow laugh of amusement sounded from Aspen's parted lips. Heat crept up her cheeks. She blamed her sweater. "I'll have you know, I'm a kiss virgin," Aspen stated, pointing to her lips with her pinky since her other fingers were grasping an orange peel.
"So you and Isaac haven't like...." Allison pursed her lips and pinched her fingers together to make a kissing motion.
Aspen swatted her hand with a making laugh as Allison doubled over in hysterics at her own teasing. "No, no, we havnt done--that no, we haven't done that. Anything for that matter. Have we seen each other naked? Sure--"
Allison has never seen someone gracefully choke on their water and spit back into the bottle like Allison just did. Her eyes were like globes as she gripped Aspen's arm to pull her to a halt. It was Aspen's turn to hold back the strangled noise coming from her chest. "What were you guys doing? having a..." Allison's head pivoted around, her cheeks reddening. "a jerk circle?"
"What?" Aspen cried in a whisper, horror coloring her face. She wanted to throw herself out the nearest window. "No, it was not jerk circle. One, we were alone, so that can't be a circle, and two, I have nothing to jerk off with. Please get that image out of your head--god...." Aspen visibly shivered in place at the horrific thought and continued down the hall. She disposed of her orange before entering the library, where they had agreed to meet with Scott and Stiles.
