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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Leaning against the chilled bleachers built to the side of the ample lacrosse field, Aspen cradled her punctured hand, the wounds taking longer to heal, considering they were from a werewolf. Thanks so Erica, she was able to cover it up with the bandaid she provided. Isaac stood before her, tilting his head as he looked down at her hand.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked, noticing her calm expression as she continued examining the injury.
"Not as much," she answered, briefly looking at Isaac before turning her attention back at her hand with a sigh, "I left some blood to make it look like it was still healing. I'm afraid when Stiles sees me, he'll ask to look at it."
"Why would blood prevent him from looking?"
"He won't admit it, but he doesn't take well to being around too much blood," Aspen smirked, a flash of mischief flashing across her eyes, already thinking of ways she could prank him in the long run.
"Yea Scott didn't look too hot back in the locker room," Isaac stated, fiddling with his lacrosse gloved, "I take it this full moon is taking a greater toll on him."
Aspen rubbed her hand and gradually looked out on the field, the lacrosse players stretching for the intense practice they were about to participate in.
"I just don't get it," she scoffed, "the full moon is intense, always is, but this time is different. It's like the breakup with Allison is just making it worse."
"You did say she was his anchor," he recalled, "maybe Jackson is trying to get under his skin."
"That much is obvious, but why? Why get Allison wrapped up in the conflict? He's never shown any interest in her before."
Isaac was quiet for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek, "Have you ever considered the possibility that Jackson knows?"
Aspen whipped her head toward him, the idea haunting her. If Jackson had a hold on information like that, he would do anything to make Scott's life a living hell.
"No way," Aspen shook her head, "Jackson's too dense to believe something like that. Hell, I would be surprised if he conjured up the theory."
"But it's not impossible. Remember, back in the library, Jackson was talking about Scott. He's gaining on him."
Isaac was right. Jackson hasn't taken his eyes off Scott since he made the lacrosse team. Instead of focussing on a scholarship, getting Scott kicked off the team was now Jackson's primary goal.
A flash of strawberry blonde hair caught Aspen's eye as Lydia strutted past them, not overlooking to give Aspen a side-eye before making her way up the bleachers.
