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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Aspen met with the dusk sun that late afternoon for a late jog in the woods just behind the school. The breeze tousled her hair as her breathing was steady with every quick stride she took upon the lumpy bed of earth, the loamy air carrying her through the wind. She let her eyes gaze through the lush leaves of trees, seeing dim light extended across a rosy sky as the fresh air graced her cheeks.
She wished the afternoon would have been more inviting, but when Aspen opened her eyes after a nap to meet the darkness of her room, Isaac was the only person she could think of. Asking someone to a formal seemed like a doable task if you didn't have crippling anxiety and second-guessed every decision you ever made in a lifetime. Aspen hadn't spoken much to Isaac since informing him about her newfound knowledge of her family. She felt worse, not asking about his home life when he hasn't been to her house in a while. Every night since he had snuck through her window, she yearned the feel of her head pressed against the warmth of his back. Even if it was her imagination filling the void, she swears his scent still resides on the pillow he used. Occasionally, she'll stay vigilant at night, hoping to hear a tap on the window and see Isaac's cerulean eyes on the other side.
Aspen hadn't noticed her pace slowing down as her mind was reeling in thoughts about Isaac, a smile touching her lips. Despite her keen Elementalist ear, Aspen hadn't realized the crunching of twigs and the kicking of rocks behind her as someone was stalking her pace. She elicited a sharp scream as a hand suddenly gripped her forearm and was brutally pulled to the side. A groan slipped her lips as her back was forcefully pressed against a tree. Aspen immediately cocked her brows, seeing Jackson standing before her, his eyes boring into her with a devious smirk.
"What the hell are you doing?" Aspen's tone was quiet, her attempt to hide her shaky breaths failing.
Jackson hummed with a chuckle, "I know Veata," he said in a sly whisper.
Aspen's throat became dry as the words left his mouth. She knew for a fact that no one but Isaac, Grandpa Sam, and Derek knew of her abilities, so this confrontation could only be regarding to one person. Scott. "I don't know what you're talking about." she kept her gaze neutral, not letting herself crack under pressure.
He maintained a permanent smug smirk on his lips, "You know what I'm talking about. Scott. I know what he is."
Aspen's mind was rewinding, thinking of possible ways Jackson could have found out in such a short period of time. She had never slipped anything to Lydia, and despite Stiles being a blabbering idiot, he would never out Scott to anyone. Especially Jackson Whitmore, who wanted nothing more than to find a reason to witness Scott's downfall.
