@hethr
he hates this town. san clemente had its viciousness, but it was all knowable. and there was understandable motives behind it. money, and drugs, and power. rational motives. out here it’s just cruelty for cruelty’s sake. it’s why brendan keeps himself out of it. he’s only been here for a few months now, and he’s done his best to avoid all the mess. the most he’s done is punch out one football player who deserved it.
it’s why he keeps to himself in the cafeteria. a book and lunch and a general urge to ignore everyone he can. not even a real fight over the past few weeks, enough where his knuckles are healed over and he feels a little more invisible. good.
sometimes he can’t avoid people, though. namely the familiar silhouette of heather chandler looming over the table, curly blonde hair pulled back, looking imperious. he sighs and glances up at her. ❝ lunchtime poll, chandler? ❞
