Luke’s POV
Basketball practice was over in an hour, and I walked back to the locker room. Delia would be picking me up soon but not too soon, so I could as well grab a shower and change out of my sweaty gym clothes before I got into the car.
“Hey Whitlock,” I heard somebody called me and I looked behind me to see it was James, one of my teammates, the one Amelia had come to his rescue that night at the wedding ceremony party.
“Yes, Curley,” I said, calling him by his surname, as most of the team members did with one another.
“Coach Murphy’s been looking for you. Said he needed to talk to you about something important.” He said.
I pushed my brows up. “Really? What for?” I asked.
“How should I know, man? I'm just relaying a message.” He said, brushing past me, and I swatted his arm
