“Your name isn’t Swoops!?” Kent exclaimed in the middle of the locker room.
Several of the guys stopped what they were doing to stare confusedly at Kent. Swoops (or rather, not-Swoops) froze guiltily in the middle of putting on his shirt. “Uh,” he hesitated. “No, actually. It’s Troy.”
“Yeah, I know that now,” Kent said, waving his phone accusingly at his teammate. “Why didn’t you say anything before?” If Johnson hadn’t texted the news to Kent after practice, he probably would have continued on calling Troy the wrong name.
Troy shrugged. “You never really asked.”
“I just thought you really liked basketball.”
“Yeah, I like that too. But, come on, Parse, my name has been on my jersey for the last three years.”
For the first time, Kent properly looked the jersey that was hanging on Troy’s hook. “Huh, I don’t know why I never really saw that.”
In his hand, Kent’s phone buzzed again, and he looked down to see Johnson’s message: That’s all we know for now. Will keep you informed about Troy’s background story in later updates.
Kent shook his head in confusion, and put his phone down to finish getting dressed.
Johnson was really weird sometimes.