𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐃.

003 ; ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ

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𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 was the very last shot—Coop's shot, everyone was anxious. Not to be confused with the concept that Coop couldn't make it, it wasn't that, it was just mere pregame jitters.

Squeak was so nervous about his shot, and he made it. As did Remer as he stepped up after him. There wasn't a single player on their team that missed shots constantly—showing how well they all played.

Coop stood there—aiming for the net. It felt as if everything sort of settled down as he stood in that position of power, bringing everyone to only look at him, purely soaked in the moment.

"Please man, please." Y/n whispered to herself, standing in third base as she watched him.

Suddenly though, Jansen looked behind Coop, bringing Y/n to follow his eyes to wherever he was looking. "Hey, Coop!" He exclaimed, "Look's like your boy Denslow's about to buy the farm!"

A slight gasp fell onto Y/n's lips as she turned her head towards Denslow—only for Jansen to be exactly right. Denslow was choking on something, and fell completely forwards.

Coop could groan as he looked, throwing the ball by default and completely missing. Y/n gaped, "Shit!" She exclaimed, slapping a hand over her face in shock. Coop had fallen as well, looking up in horror as he realized what he'd done.

As the psyche out button went off everyone was in a state of despair—Coop especially. He was greatly bothered by this, as was everyone on the team.

"I got you dude, I got you!" Jansen suddenly mocked, pointing at Coop with a taunting look.

Coop immediately got up from the floor, lunging at Jansen. Before he could do any damage Remer rushed to his side, blocking him from Jansen.

"Woah, woah, woah! Dude, relax. Relax. Do the happy dance." He told him, still blocking him from Jansen.

"I don't wanna do the—we just lost a game!" Coop protested with an angered look.

"Do the happy dance!" Remer demanded, grabbing Y/n's attention as she began to walk over to the two, but immediately remembered Denslow. As she did, she began to run

Coop gave in, doing a little dancing motion. "Where's the singing?" Remer asked.

"No—I don't wanna sing!"

"Do the singing! Come on."

Sighing, "Happy dance. Happy dance." Coop sang, doing the dancing motion with his hands once more. His somewhat smile faded as eggs began to get thrown at him, jogging his memory about Denslow.

Y/n and Squeak were already at the scene, looking down at him with wide eyes. "Twenty bucks says he makes it." Squeak whispered to
Y/n, bringing her to look at him with a look of disbelief.

"You're betting on this? Right now?" She asked, still in a state of disbelief at Squeak's antics. "You're on. Twenty bucks says he doesn't."

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And, Y/n was right. Denslow indeed did not make it. Squeak was absolutely pissed at this, but gave in nonetheless. After all, he could never stay mad at Y/n.

Y/n noticed Coop walking out of the stadium—and had a temptation to follow him and ask him if he was alright, but hesitated. Her friend needed space, most likely.

Ah, screw it. She thought to herself, following Coop before he could get away. She knew he would most likely just go to the car and wait for the rest of them, but she felt he needed some sort of comfort right now.