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Nova has never really been into lacrosse—or, to be honest, sports in general. Her cousin, Derek, used to play basketball as a teenager, and Nova has vague memories of going to watch his games as a child. She likes to think that she would've been good at playing soccer—aggressively kicking the ball seems so fun and a great way to take out her anger—but she has never been good at working with a team in that way.
All of that being said, it's in times like these when she is glad she did not play a sport. The lacrosse season has started up again in Beacon Hills, tonight being the first scrimmage of the season. Nova doesn't quite get why they're all taking it so seriously—like, it's a practice game!—but nevertheless, Scott is playing, so she will be in attendance. Hmph. The things she does for friends.
The game won't start for another hour or so, and thus as soon as the bell rings at Beacon Hills High School, Nova drags her feet around the building until she is at the car park. She has half a mind to go back to the loft and relax, but also, shopping for some food so she can snack during the scrimmage would be elite...
Her stomach grumbles. Food it is.
Nearby, the lacrosse team from Devenford Prep has spilled out of their bus and a crowd has loosely circled around them, and although Nova can't see what is going on, she frowns. This reeks of trouble, and although she isn't exceptionally heroic, she is curious enough to want to bear witness to what is happening. She weaves her way through the crowd until she is standing near the front.
A familiar boy stands in front of Devenford's lacrosse team, his hand extended in what appears to be a pleasant greeting, but Nova can sense the anger coming off him in waves. Although she hasn't met him personally, she recognises him as Liam—Scott's new beta. "I just wanted to say, Brett... Have a good game."
