The Silent Joker

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"What team you joining again?" "The basketball club." Eli stopped mid way his track, earning you to do the same thing. You gave him a questionable stare as he slowly turned around with a frown, "Dude, we have no basketball team." Your eyes widened, "What?" Eli sighed, "I know right! Me and my friends wanted to join, but we need more than 7 players to make the basketball team, plus a coach." You groan, "Fuck..." you mumbled, but this caught Eli's attention, In result he smiled wide and wrapped his arm around you, "We can do it! We just need three more players, plus a coach! It can't be that bad? I'll text Red and Caesar to help find guys to join." "I'll try to find a coach." Eli gave you a thumbs up, "Bet!" And he ran off, leaving you alone and unknown to your surroundings. 'This guy is annoying...' pulling your phone out, you texted your father if he wanted to be the coach, but he declined the offer right away due to how busy he is with his meetings and whatnot. But he did send you a location to go to, leaving a message: "You probably just need a supervisor, ask the owner and tell him I'm your father, he'll help."

'Well I guess that leaves just the three members...'

"Okay, M/n what's your type? Big tits? Big ass? Big thighs? Or wha?" You cringed at the question, currently the four of you are making your way to the location your father had send you for a recommended coach, "Big ass, for me!" Red shouted, confident at his answer he pretended to bang someone in doggie style. Caesar rolled his eyes, "Big tits for me! Just like that one chick from Euphoria!" Eli laughed, "My dream crush, Cardi B, dude!" "Nah, she mine bro!" Red and Eli started to play fight while Caesar walked next to you, "What about you, what's your dream girl?" The two, in back, stopped and quickly ran towards you two, curious at what your answer will be, "Jessica Rabbits." The three groan in relief, "Now that's a good one!" You let out a deep sigh once you saw the store really close, this making you feel a little more comfortable, "Oh, we're going to the old Geko!" You turn to look at Red, "You know him?" "Yup, I use to work here, but they fired me because my grades dropped."

"Sign up to be a coach? At your school? Why?" You sighed, this man was really an old geezer. The amount of times you've explained it, he still asked the same questions. "My dad, Oujiyama L/n, recommended me to come here. We really want to play basketball, and all we need is an adviser. You can also be the coach, but you don't have to do much but just sit down and relax." "Ooh! You're Oujiyama's son! How is he?" You groan, making the other three to look at you in shock, "You're the infamous basketball player son?! No way!!!" You gave up. There was no hope.

A couple weeks later~~

"Yo! Great news." "Hm?" You looked up to see the three idiots in front of you. Lunch has started already, so the four of you were currently chilling in an empty classroom, "We got a gym open for us." You raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean? We don't have 7 players." Red smirked, now looking at both Caesar and Eli, sharing the same smug look. You were confuse, why the fuck are they making that weird face, "What?" "We got 10 players! We asked couple of our friends, and they were down with it!" You gave the guys a warm stare, not a smile, but a calm expression. The three smiled in victory, "We also asked our soccer coach to be a supervisor for our team, we just need the coach." You gave the three a nod, "I already got that handled, I'll just talk to him." Eli smirked, "Alright, after school meet?" "Hell yeah!"

These idiots suck at basketball....

It was going great, the coach, old man, came along to see a couple of plays between the whole team, plus everyone introduced themselves. It was a great start, until the start of a playing practice match.

"Man, I can't shoot for shit, haha!" Eli laughed while Red tripped with ball, "Jeez!" You were frozen, 'what the hell...' you didn't know how to feel, they kept telling you that it's just for giggles, and the point of being in a team is just to have fun. They're not wrong, but that's just not who you are.

You love to win.

There's no hope on changing that of you.

It wasn't long when everyone started to notice something odd about you. It was as if...you became cold. At first, it was just as if you had a bad day, but it became a daily thing. You were more...distance now. Eli didn't think much of it, since he was impressed that he was getting good, plus the early games were coming up, and they manage to sign up and be qualified to be in it, all thanks to...you, of course.

The practice match between all schools were hard, harder than what they had imagined. They didn't have enough stamina, no energy, or muscles, plus lots of your team players had a very short temper. At least you knew how to hide it. Your team managed to be on third place, just because you carried them to the top, undefeated. Nobody had a chance with you, which this had caught the administrators attention. They fell in love with your play, it was something they had never seen, something they've been looking for...

To make their money.

Your video of all your practice match games went viral that day, that's how you still remember it even. It was that one time when your father was eating while watching the T.V. He chocked on his own food once he saw your handsome figure, playing your infamous style, street ball style. You weren't paying attention to the T.V. Since you sat on the dinning table on your own, while planning a couple of warm ups for yourself and the team. Your father had quickly stood up and slapped your across your face, earning a loud groan from you, "What the hell?!" "Look!" He shouted while pointing his finger towards the loud bright screen, there stood your team being interviewed, and of course you being on the background with the camera zooming towards your face. That face went viral as well, it became a very hot topic on Tw@tter and everywhere you had social media.

Nobody really knew about this, but you started off as...

The handsome rookie.

That was your nickname, for the longest you can remember. It just had been that way. Every time you played with an opponent, "Hey cutie!" "Woah, he's gorgeous for real!" "Lucky bastard..." or just other things. Some even call you, "Little bitch face." Or something like that, not for a bother at all. Why?? Well...once you were done with them.

They became your bitches...