scott knew his name all too well now , called up his name at lightning speed , whereas before it sometimes took him a moment , only identifying him by the nickname he 'd given him in his head , phantom , because of the way he lurked around the locker room , because of the way he slipped soundlessly into warm-up before practice , because of his pancake-white face and that burlap thing he wore as a jacket and the way he chattered to himself , freaking out the other boys .