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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Diving on the dark road, Aspen was quiet the majority of the ride to Scott's house. Stiles tapped his fingers anxiously against the steering wheel, contemplating whether or not to ask her what was wrong. Aspen's eyes perked to the side from th sound only to catch Stiles already glancing at her. He cleared his throat and looked ahead to appear nonchalant.
Aspen's dodginess lasted only a few minutes before Stiles decided to confront her avoidant behavior.
"You doing okay over there?" he asked, peeling his eyes from the road when given a chance. "Are you mad at Scott?"
Aspen only shook her head before leaning back in her seat. "I still haven't gotten an apology, but no, that's not it."
"Then..."
Aspen sighed, the thought of Lydia kissing Scott etched in her brain. She promised not to tell Allison but never said anything about Stiles. He was her best friend after all, and considering he's been in love with Lydia since they were kids, it seemed only right that he heard it from her.
"Scott and Lydia--"
"They kissed. I know." Stiles' grip tightened around the wheel, his knuckles whitening.
Aspen scrunched her nose in confusion as she looked at Stiles.
"You knew? How?"
"Jackson pointed out her smudged lipstick on the field, and Scott had just been with her beforehand. I just pieced it together."
Aspen shifted in her seat to face him. "Why were they even talking in the first place?"
Stiles let out frustrated noise as if embarrassed to tell her. "I sort of asked Scott to ask Lydia if she held an attraction to me."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because Scott can sense feelings. I- don't know how it works, but he can."
Aspen drew her eyes toward the road. "I'm sorry, Stiles," she whispered with a frown. She knew how much Lydia meant to him, and to see him angry with his best friend hurt her the most.
"It's alright. I already have a surprise set up for him." a mischievous smirk found its way to Stiles' lips.
"What are you talking about?"
Stiles reached over to the back seat and struggled to carry a black duffle bag. The sound of chains clanking sounded when he dropped the bag on Aspen's lap, making her gasp.
Aspen arched a brow as she unzipped the bag to face a string of chains, water bowls, and handcuffs. "You're chaining Scott up like a dog?" Aspen questioned, folding her hands on the bag.
