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It had all started simple enough. One night Isaac wanted a slushie.
He made no attempt to tell the others that he wanted one, fearful that he would again be mocked for being the 'big-bad-werewolf' with a 'big-bad-sweet tooth', so he disguised his desire under the pretext of going for a run.
Not that it really mattered. No one was paying attention to him. Derek was engrossed in some dusty old book on the couch while Erica and Boyd did homework at the table.
So, alone, he headed out.
The one good thing about Derek's new place was that it was a lot closer to civilization than the Hale house had been. Granted, Isaac understood that that was more bad than good considering the fact that it's hard to hide the fact that they're werewolves from the neighborhood what with all the fighting and training and howling. But on the bright side it was only a block's walk to a local convenience store that severed six flavors of slushies year round.
A familiar 'ding-bong' greets Isaac when he walks in and he waves slightly at the balding eastern European man who is both owner and cashier this evening. The man doesn't wave back. He's a little too engrossed in the soft core porn mag he swiped from the magazine display to pay attention to Isaac.
The lanky teen walks to the back of the store where the slushie machines are and, finding someone already in front of the humming metal giants, he leans back on one foot and waits.
She's a rather thin little thing, like a dancer, in black boots and leggings. Her denim skirt might be a little too short to wear without leggings, but then again maybe her legs are too long. Even standing back some, he can tell she's just shy of his height which is tall for a girl. She has the hood of her jacket up, one of those trendy mini-peacoat numbers that stop to flair at the waist instead of the thigh. It's black too. He wonders, in the back of his mind, if it was an intentional choice or if it was just easier to match almost all black to black.
The girl seems finished and side steps to the right to let Isaac come up and get his own drink while she finishes assembling hers. He nods in appreciation but doubts she sees him past the dark hood.
His cup is almost filled with frozen cherry treat when he moves to the right to maybe add some Coke flavored slushie too before he caps his lid on, but when he moves his boney elbows jut out too far and knocks into the other customer's cup perched near the side, sending it toppling to the floor instantly.
"Oh sorry I…." Isaac's attempt at an apology gets stuck in his throat as he is met with the most beautiful green eyes he has ever seen. "I-uh I'm sorry."
"You said that already." The girl says in a bland sort of way, side stepping the red mess on the floor to get a new cup for her slushie.
She presses the cherry button again, and again, and again, before smacking it once and grumbling as nothing comes out.
"Here you can have mine." Isaac offers, his cup thrust out towards her before he even offers. The girl looks at it, then him, then the cup again back and forth before he explains, "I had cherry yesterday. I should probably cut back on the red dye 40." He laughs awkwardly. The joke is not well received. Still, she takes it and mumbles a thank you before reaching for a straw. "I'm Isaac."
"I'm Charlee, with two 'e's." She replies, the line seeming more reflexive than genuinely cordial.
"Seriously?" Isaac gives a light chuckle, thinking it's cute, but his smile quickly falls when he sees the panic of ridicule stain her fair complexion. "No wait I'm sorry! It's just…an unusual name..for a girl I mean. It kind of caught me off guard."
"I need to go." She says in a rush and before he can stop her she's off scurrying towards the front of the store.
Isaac curses through his teeth once he's alone. He hadn't meant to upset her. He thought her name really was interesting.
He kicks the slushie machine lightly as he fills up a cup again, choosing blueberry now that it's out of cherry.
He expects her gone by the time he gets to the front of the store, but is surprised to see her still there, telling the clerk about the spill by the machines if Isaac can read his look of distain correctly.
When she turns around to look over her shoulder, she sees Isaac and ducks her head. The beta werewolf ducks his too, shuffling his feet towards the counter once she moves to pay for his drink.
"Listen, I really am sorry." Isaac tries again as she lingers for a minute to put her change back in her wallet. She doesn't say anything. Just picks up her drink and prepares to leave. "For what it's worth: I think Charlee is a real pretty name." He calls after her just as she's about to head through the door and is surprised that she actually stops just before crossing the threshold.
Charlee looks back over her shoulder at him, green eyes bright against her alabaster skin and golden mass of caramel colored hair stuffed in her hood. She seems to be thinking about something, mulling it over, and he hopes it's to accept his apology.
Suddenly, she's back through the door and is taking Isaac's slushie out of his hand and replacing it with the original one he offered her.
"I like blueberry better anyway." Is what she mutters, more down at the beverage than the actual owner, before she's gone and off into the night.
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