Thalia glanced over to the other girl near her in the canteen. The guy who had stolen Fox away from their conversation had practically left her there. Despite wanting to go to the party, which she was sure her teammates would want to do, she had a bad feeling about actually going.

 Thalia adjusted her jacket and turned to her, offering up her hand for a handshake. "I'm Thalia," she smiled, "Freshman soccer player." She didn't look like a fellow sports player, but Thalia didn't really care. She was never one to like labels. The other students wearing letterman jackets kept peering over, but the rest of the soccer girls that Thalia hung out with had left already.