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Growing up in Beacon Hills, Wren Martin's life was as normal as any teenagers. With her sister Lydia, and her two best friends, Scott and Stiles by her side, everything was fine. That was until Stiles came up with the genius idea to...
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Chapter Twenty-One 🦎 Party Guessed 🦎
Wren's car glides to a stop at a curb underneath the glow of a streetlight, "So, about that incredibly bad idea I had..." Matt trailed off and Wren raised her eyebrows. You mean, the kiss?" She asked and he nodded awkwardly, "Yeah, that's the one..." He said and she shook her head.
"Don't worry about it." She said and he raised her eyebrows, "For real?" He asked and she nodded. "Yep." She said and he smiled at her and was about to get out but stopped, "Hey, is there something going on with you and Isaac?" He asked and she pursed her lips slightly. "Not really..." She trailed off and he chuckled, "Not really. God, I hate not really's. You never know what to do with not really." He said and she nodded.
"Would you understand if I said it was kinda complicated?" She asked and he shook his head, "Not really. But, I'll try." He said before smiling and her and getting out. Wren thumbs the lock button and settles back with a worried sigh before reaching for the gear shift. She paused slightly when she noticed Matt's bag lying in front of the passenger seat and when she pulled it up by the strap, his digital camera falls into the seat.
