This was beyond dumb, but Maverick believed in the shirt and wanted it.
He needed it.
And I was doing this for him.
At the end of the hallway that faced the locker room, I looked around and took a deep breath.
I jumped across the hallway to the door.
Slowly, I opened it.
I glanced left to right.
It was quiet.
It smelled clean.
I entered the locker room and gently shut the door behind me.
I walked to theApple Catslogo in the center of the room and looked at all the spots for the team.
Maverick’s was directly in front of me.
That was good.
I took a step and heard athudbehind me.
I spun around and lunged for the door.
I ripped it open and looked out into the hallway.
Nobody was there.
Nothing was there.
I took a deep breath.
I told myself this was an arena. There were bound to be noises for a million different reasons.
I snuck back into the locker room.
This time I went right for Maverick’s spot.
I unzipped my camera case and took his lucky shirt out.
I reached forward and bit my bottom lip and hung the shirt on a hook.
Then I stepped back and pretended to clap.
I had done it.
Now I just needed to turn and get-
I gasped when I turned.
Lay casually stood a foot away and he slowly folded his arms, tilted his head, and smiled…