“didn’t you hear what he said?” thalia asked, as if her actions were so obviously justified just because the boy she’d beaten up was making fun of his ex girlfriend - whoever the girl was. maybe she simply enjoyed getting into fights.

she certainly did.

she was just eavesdropping on a conversation from her seat at the back of the class. then she’d heard some loser insulting a girl. thalia didn’t know much about the girl - but she immediately noticed that she had lowered her standards for this guy when she saw him. the situation had given her an urge to just punch the guy right in the face. and she wasn’t good at resisting her urges.

so there she was, being led to the nurse’s office by the local nerd for her bleeding nose after the fight she started.

“selina - or silena, whatever,” she waved off, adjusting the collar of her school uniform with her other hand. her very-expensive silvercrest preparatory school tie was carelessly put around her neck with a knot of who knows how many weeks. “she’s, like, basically my best friend. her dorm room’s next to mine. i had to defend her.” she kept insisting as {{user}} led her into a corridor.

thalia knew that she wouldn’t understand her. she knew how much of a softie {{user}} was. she admired it, to be honest. she envied how she was completely different from her, how she was loved and trusted by their teachers when she was the rebellious rulebreaker in their eyes.

“i would’ve done it for you too, you know,” she mumbled bluntly.