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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The end of the day rolled around, and it was time for the first elimination. It was evident that Scott and Stiles were nervous, but Aspen did her best to encourage the two. She settles on the bleacher next to Allison with Lydia on the other side of her. Aspen scanned the field, but couldn't find Isaac. She looked to the bench and recognized the tall boy leaning forward with his head in his hands. She could feel his nerves from where she sat as his leg shook frantically.
"I'll be right back," Aspen told Allison before standing from the bleacher and carefully made her way down to where Isaac sat on the bench.
"Hey."
Isaac quickly looked up to the sound of her voice. He smiled faintly before looking down at his hands.
"Why aren't you getting ready with everyone else?" Aspen asked, taking a seat next to Isaac.
"I don't know," Isaac said quietly with a shrug, "it looks like they have great players this year. I mean, McCall practically stole the field yesterday and Jackson and Danny."
"You only names three players, and last time I checked, you need more than that to play lacrosse. Besides, Stiles and Greenberg always suck."
Aspen said, earning a laugh out of Isaac.
"Yea. I just feel out of place. I really wanna make the team this year."
Aspen looked at the field and pursed her lips, letting her shoulders slump slightly. She wasn't good when it came to pre-game pep talks, so she searched her mind for an idea.
"Oh!" Aspen exclaimed, bring Isaac to face Aspen as she pulled out a clouded marble from her pocket. She grabbed his wrist ever so lightly and placed it into the palm of his big hand.
Isaac chuckles down at the small marble then glanced up at Aspen, who was wearing a hopeful expression that it would help or he just wouldn't laugh. She was more worried about the latter.
"Why do you carry these around?" he asked her, holding the marble between his thumb and index finger.
"In all honestly, I have no clue," Aspen laughed, leaning forward, propping her elbows on her knees and placing her head on her fist. "My grandpa gave them to me when I was younger, and I just always felt the need to keep one with me. I have others at home, though, but they stay in a jar. I guess you can say it acts as a form of comfort and luck for me."
"Does it work?"
"Not at all. But it feels good to think it works. I know it's silly and somewhat weird, but I just thought since it helped ease my mind for so long, it could be so the same for you. You don't have to if you don't want to. It was just a suggestion. Where would you hold it anyway? Do these shorts have pockets-"
"Aspen."
The girl stopped her rambling and looked at Isaac. Amusement played in his eyes as he chuckled.
