Summary:

“Hayden, give it-” 

“I don’t think so buddy!” Hayden teases, sing-song; post game adrenaline making him giddy. “I think if you’re ditching us to go hang out with some girl, we deserve the courtesy of at least knowing what she looks like.”

There’s a general grumbling of approval amongst the team, and fear starts to ice down Shane’s spine.

“No, Hayden.” he tries, desperation growing and grabbing at his friend’s arm. “This isn’t funny, stop-”