Chapter 86
The moment the locker room door opened, the other protagonist of the situation appeared. As soon as Grayson Miller walked in, everyone suddenly went silent and said nothing. Each person pretended to go about their business, turning their heads, but the cold silence proved that everyone was keenly aware of his presence.
"Hey, Miller."
Ezra was the only one to speak to Grayson. True to his reputation of being kind and friendly to everyone, he greeted Grayson with a smile, and Grayson responded with the same bright smile.
"Hey, Ezra. Good morning."
Hearing their casual exchange, Dein finished changing. He wondered, briefly, what Grayson would say if he knew about the commotion from earlier, but he had no intention of confirming it.
The previous day, Dein had gotten into a furious rage, gotten into his car, and immediately left the parking lot. He knew Grayson had stood motionless in the same spot until his figure was no longer visible in the rearview mirror.
The sight of Grayson standing still, motionless as he receded into the distance, had been chilling even in the midst of his own fury. He had been on guard, wondering if Grayson might follow him, but thankfully, that didn’t happen.
I’ve barely managed to deal with it. I hope I don’t mess everything up again.
Dein’s mood soured at the grim feeling that, with someone like Grayson, it could easily be made worse. Just then, Grayson turned his attention to the lockers, and the two of them faced each other.
For a moment, neither of them said anything. It was only a brief 2-3 seconds, but Dein was prepared for whatever reckless comment Grayson might make, ready to respond—whether it be shouting or a slap to the face.
Suddenly, his mind flashed back to Grayson’s face as he had stood by the car, and the cold feeling returned. Just then, something unexpected happened: Grayson smiled at him. He showed his perfect white teeth in a bright, wide smile.
"Hey, Striker."