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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"This is the best idea you've ever had," Charlie grinned as she nuzzled on the cold surface of the bench, facing the ample field before her where lacrosse boys prepared for practice.
Aspen rolled her eyed with a soft chuckle as she jotted down the last bit of her chemistry homework propped on her lap. Since finding out about Isaac's transformation, she decided to keep an eye on the boy, making sure he didn't lose control on the field. Just like Scott, lacrosse could be a rough sport, and being as Isaac is a new werewolf, keeping his secret would be nearly impossible. "Don't get too used to it. I'm just here to watch Isaac," she told her cousin, who was close to drooling, seeing Danny pull off his shirt.
Charlie's suddenly turned in her seat, tucking her legs to her chest to face Aspen. "Right, your boy is a werewolf now," she smirked, wiggling her blonde brows suggestively.
Aspen gave her a side look, keeping her attention to the field, waiting to spot Isaac. "He's not my boy. I promised Derek I wouldn't say anything, which means making sure he doesn't expose himself."
"You don't think Scott would be okay with it?"
Aspen huffed, shaking her head, "I have no idea. He's already struggling to control himself. Just adding another werewolf to worry about is too much."
Charlie shrugged her shoulder, her interests slowly floundering until something caught her eye over her cousin's shoulder, bringing a smirk to cross her rebellious features. She whacked Aspen's arm, making the brunette mouth "what?" after Charlie pressed a finger to her lips to keep her quiet. Aspen furrowed her brows and leaned toward her cousin. "Don't look now, but a guy is checking you out," she mumbled ecstatically, dancing in her seat.
Aspen slightly gaped before quickly shutting her mouth. She rolled her shoulder's back uncomfortably before casually looking over her shoulder to see a boy peering in her direction but quickly looking ahead of him, seeing that he had been caught. Aspen had never encountered anyone checking her out, besides Jackson but the boy was a full-time asshole, so he had no defense. "That's just Matt. I've known him for years; he's probably just checking you out since you're new." Aspen excused his action, but her cousin shook her head, not accepting the possible fact.
"I'm telling you he hasn't stopped staring since you got here." Charlie backhanded Aspen's thigh and nodded toward the boy. "You're available. Give em' a little taste."
Aspen glowered toward her cousin and her flirty demeanor. "I'm not giving anyone a taste." she emphasized the words, making herself cringe, "You've been dying to get with someone. Why not Matt?"
Charlie sighed, resting her hands on either side of her on the cold bench's surface, her blue eyes fixated on the boy's preparing for practice. "He's not really my type..." she ceased her words seeing a tall, handsome boy walk onto the field, his lacrosse equipment piled in his hands. His facial structure was sublime, along with his contoured jaw. His honey hair was messy atop his head, and his cerulean eyes darting every which way in mild paranoia. "Him. That beautiful being is my type."
