Marcus keeps his head down as he walks through the gym to the side locker room entrance. His stomach clenches as he gets closer and closer to the raucous sounds of the team gearing up for the game. He’s still not comfortable with how…intenseall the players are. They’re all friendly to him, that’s not the issue. It’s just, all the dirty jokes and shouting and good natured insults and arm punching…
It’s just a lot, all at once. It’s overwhelming.
“Marcus! BRAH!” Ajay is standing on a bench, shirtless as he waves his water bottle in the air. “You made it! Good thing too, we need a win today.”
Marcus grins at him. “Yeah, sure. I’ll take credit for your winning streak. It’s all me.”
“Damn right.” Sebastian has appeared beside Marcus, clapping a hand on his shoulder. He’s shirtless as well, which Marcus is all too aware of. “You made it. Nice. Save me from these losers, Marcus. Anderson just poured Gatorade over his head and the game hasn’t even started yet.”