Thread: White Knighting WHO: Brendan Visser and Mike Karasik WHERE: Hallways WHEN: Thursday afternoon
Nicki Minaj was rapping into his ear as Brendan made his way down the hallway. His hair was still wet from the shower, but otherwise he looked fresh and smelled fresh after practice. They were less intense now that Mr. Kaden was not around to whip them into shape, but he still felt nice and sore after. He was getting a lot better at setting up the goal for others and learning not to hog the ball all the time. He was big, so he tended to be swarmed by the opponent's team.
...slicker than the guy with the thing on its eye...
Just as Brendan mouthed along to "yes I did yes I did", he saw a half-circle of boys congregating in a corner. He could be mistaken, but it seemed as if three of them were cornering a fourth. Since Brendan had rarely met a situation that could not be improved by his presence, he took out his earbuds and decided to see what was up here as well.
He did the looming thing he was so good at as he approached the three boys from behind. "Hey, what's going on?"