Thread: Violating Unwritten Rules WHO: Brendan Visser, Sasha Park, Wendy Golightly and OPEN WHERE: Dining hall WHEN: Friday lunch
Instead of making a beeline for the table where a group of jocks and weres had gathered - some of them a combination of both of those, most of them Ladons - Brendan made way to one of the tables in the corner. Usually, there were three students that sat there, even though the table could hold at least six. There was a white-haired boy, a white-haired girl and Sasha.
Right now, the girl was absent. There was the white-haired boy - Wendy - who was going to town on a large piece of fried chicken. And, besides him, was Sasha, chattering away.
"Because I know Sasha likes you. You could at least pay him a little attention."
Before, Brendan would have avoided this table and these kind of people like the plague. They were obviously outsiders, maybe even outcasts, something he used to care about. But he had changed. He was different now, and he was going to prove it. If only to himself.
"Hey," Brendan said as he approached the table, "is it cool if I sit with you guys?"