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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Emotion is an odd thing. It heightens at the worst times or is lulled when in a state of numbness. Sometimes emotions are uncontrollable if one is angered or simply mesmerized with a particular raven-haired girl sitting across the chemistry lab. Aspen could feel the heat radiating off Scott as he sat at the shared table behind her. She gripped her pencil, tapping it cluelessly against the desk, a tinge of annoyance stinging at her brain. The young werewolf has yet to stop pestering her about Allison and how she felt about their "break". Truthfully Aspen hasn't spoken much to Allison besides the quick greetings in the halls or the fleeting smiles they shared during class. She sensed Allison was avoiding her, knowing she would only be reminded of Scott and inadvertently ask about him.
Aspen's back was already watering from the heat she felt slamming against her neck. Scott had mentioned he could read chemosignals, and she hoped this was nothing of the sort. The eraser of her pencil repeatedly tapped against her closed chemistry book, her glances jumping from Mr. Harris' writing on the chalkboard to the clock just above, counting the minutes till she was free from this heatwave.
From where Stiles share a table with Scott, his eyes perked up as he was in the middle of highlighting yet another paragraph in his book. He dragged out a long sigh, growing annoyed with the obnoxious tapping coming from Aspen.
"Will you cut that out?" Stiles snipped quietly.
Blinking, Aspen turned in her seat. It was too early in the morning to hear Stiles' nitpicking. "What?"
"Could you ease up on the tapping. You're disturbing my focus." Stiles watched her Aspen's face of confusion drop to one of annoyance.
"I'm sorry, were you not able to color--I mean highlight inside the lines?" Aspen flashed a smug smile, one which Stiles mocked with a roll of his eyes while Scott fended off a laugh watching the two bicker.
Mr. Harris turned around abruptly, glaring at the two chattering students in the back. "Mr. Stilinski. Miss Veata. Is there something you'd like to express to the rest of your classmates?"
A few glances from students were aimed at the disturbance, which was Aspen and Stiles. Including Allison, who was across the room with Danny and Isaac, who was currently sharing the table with Aspen.
Aspen shifted in her stool, showing a weak smile while Stiles laughed nervously behind her. "Uh, we were just...uh," Stiles swallowed, his lips moving before his brain could work, "admiring your chalk Mr. Harris. It's very nice. Colorful."
"Yes, you have an eye for good chalk, sir," Aspen recovered with a quick nod, rolling her lips into her mouth to fight the smile that attempted to pry itself from her lips.
Mr. Harris raised a brow at the two, once again questioning why he became a teacher for such brainless teenagers. With a warning glare, he spun around and proceeded his teaching about conversions.
