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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…