The atmosphere turned stiff as Zayne was openly being gathered by the group. His fist under the table was clenched as he did his best to control his anger.
Zayne was smart enough to figure out everything. This jerk was from an important background, and if he injured them, there was no way he could withstand the consequences.
He glanced at the leader, trying his best not to punch his annoying face. He remembered the last time he let his temper win, and he got into a fight. He didn't want a repeat. "There is no need for any fuzz. It is just a basketball team. Why the hell do you want a fast runner, and most importantly, I don't play at all."
Zayne tried to meditate to bring up good reasons; although he was a good player, he would rather avoid unnecessary attention. It was not his cup of tea.