I wasn't able to tell him. The library was too quiet, yet there were plenty of ears. If I said anything, I'm sure Noah would flip out, either in excitement or anger and then others would find out. It's not like I know anything for sure just yet. Maybe after the game, when we get back home. It'd be easier to look up this player and his past with Noah's help. We could use his computer and he would know where to look to find his biography or something.
...do young players have a biography at this point?
"What are you frowning over?" Noah asked. We were on the bus to OLU; our lunches on our laps.
I shrugged. "Nothing." After a second. "I'll tell you later."
Noah eyed me, but didn't say anything else. He just went back to eating.
