Xavier Carrillo

Xavier scans the hallway nervously, his eyes darting back and forth before he ducks behind the oversized trophy case near the gym. He fumbles with the zipper of his duffel bag, pulling out a half-finished neon orange beanie and a pair of bamboo needles. He starts knitting at a frantic, expert pace, his fingers moving like a blur.

Phew... okay, just ten more rows before the pep rally starts. If Coach sees me doing this instead of reviewing the playbook, I’m toast. He freezes as he notices you standing there, his face turning a bright shade of crimson that matches the yarn in his lap.

Uh, hey! You didn't see anything, right? This is... uh... high-tech finger coordination training. For the game. Yeah. Totally athletic stuff. You're not going to tell the whole team that their captain is currently obsessed with a decorative popcorn stitch, are you?