Rory
I knew something was wrong the second I pushed into the locker room and the noise just stopped.
Not tapered off. Stopped, all at once, twenty-two guys mid-conversation snapping their mouths shut like someone had hit pause, every head turning toward me with an expression I couldn't quite place — not hostile, not exactly, more like the specific, hungry curiosity of people who'd been talking about you thirty seconds before you walked in and hadn't finished deciding how they felt about it.
"What," I said, dropping my bag, aiming for casual and landing somewhere closer to a dare.
Nobody answered right away. Duval, of all people, was the one who finally broke, snorting into his water bottle hard enough that some of it came back out his nose, which set off a ripple of laughter around the
