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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Grandpa Sam let Aspen hear an earful once he discovered his yellow Volkswagon hasn't been in the driveway for a whole day. Though he hasn't driven in over fifteen years, his only escort being Aspen, the car was still family in his eyes. Grandpa Sam rose with the sun, set up a chair in the front of the house, and swallowed his coffee while admiring his classic Volkswagen every day. He made sure she stayed clean, its yellow paint job never dulling in color since he acquired it.
Aspen assured him she would pick up the car in the morning before school. As promised, she called Stiles, and the boy didn't mind driving her to the cemetery where the vehicle had been residing for hours on end.
Aspen got her license around the same time as Stiles but was never able to drive as often having her grandfather be overly protective of the car. Hence her experience on the road was slim to nothing as the highest she's driven was thirty miles an hour. Anything higher would result in her being forced into a state of panic and nerves.
Aspen groaned mentally, pulling into an available parking spot at the school, seeing she had taken the perfect place next to Jackson Whitmore's Porche. She hasn't had an interaction with the cocky rich boy since Lydia invite her to her party. Once Aspen caught him passing her a wink, she did her best to avoid him as much as possible. Seeing as it was inevitable at the moment, she broke her streak and climbed out of the car, slinging both her bookbag and duffle bag over her shoulder.
For a brief moment, she really thought she would make it to the doors with ease. That was until she heard her name being called, pausing her in place. Aspen took a deep breath as he mentally prepared herself for what Jackson had to say to her.
"Hi Jackosn," she spun around, letting out a small gasp by how close the boy was from her face.
Jackson took notice of this and smirked with a light chuckle.
"What's the duffle bag for Veata?" Jackson asked, eyeing the purple bag.
"It just some extra cloths for track. Tryouts are today." Aspen answered hastily, hoping the faster she spoke, the sooner she could walk away.
"Didn't know you or your clan for that matter even held an ounce of athleticism." Jackson grinned, making Aspen raise a questionable brow.
"My clan?"
"Yea, you, Stilinski, and McCall."
"While you may be right about Stiles, Scott is actually very good at lacrosse if you couldn't tell. He made first line." Aspen felt defensive of her friend all of a sudden as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"He got lucky."
"There's a difference between luck and actually working for it. He's been practicing all summer." Aspen began using her hands to speak, prompting Jackson to quirk a brow by how easily he caused the girl to rile up.
