A Unique Crossover

Chapter89: Burying the hatchet

Peeking through the small opening of the campus hall's door. Watching Coach Richard smiling and waving at the large crowd of students and lecturers cheering for him.

Then, the names and team numbers of the B team were called out one by one. Each person was either enjoying the moment of famous and applause. Or became shy and awkward, so they'd just waved and joined the others.

It was the same pattern when it came to our team's turn as well. To bring clarity to one's confusion, the Knights team is having a 'good luck' party thrown for us by KAU.

Apparently, it's a tradition that the campus is known to do. Whenever any sport department enters any quarter finals of any tournament, a party is thrown for them.

When I saw some of the posters on most of the announcement boards around campus two weeks ago, I didn't really take notice of them. Until the last practice when nearly the whole locker room couldn't stop talking about it.

The last few of the midfield players were being called when my heart started racing even faster. How am I supposed to enter the hall? Are people gonna clap for me? Should I wave?

Everyone was wearing their away T-shirts, as Coach Richard told us. While everyone inside had red, black on with the team's name written on. Penny, Charlotte, Janelle, and Daytona were dressed in red with blood red lipstick on. With Kevin and Franklin wearing all black with their faces painted red and black.

Causing me to have more butterflies flying around in my stomach. This was my first time experiencing something like this. Back in high school, we usually get a party after the tournament. Wither we won or not, but this was a whole new game board.

Gently, I was pulled away from the peephole and turned to faced Ryan, "Can you relax for like five minutes? You should be feeling excited and too jumpy to calm down."

"Easy for you to say," I snarled at him. Feeling like a little girl who's trying not to take the cookies from the counter. Until after they've cooled off. "You're used to this, I'm still a green leaf."

Rolling his eyes before giving me a confidence grin, "All you gotta do is walk in when you're called, smile, and walk towards the team."

"Why am I the last player to be called?" I whined before hearing a large group of girls screaming. Timmy must be doing the thing he said he was going to do.

Which was lifting his shirt up, showing his abs while twisting and turning his hips. Inspiration, Magic Mike, results, successful. "Why couldn't I go first with Jimmy?"

Despite not being able to play until next season, Jimmy had a chance in the spotlight. Walking with his crutches and smiling at everyone before sitting down.

Ryan gave me a dry glaze before lightly holding my shoulders, "Jennifer, stop being so nervous. You're gonna do just fine the minute you walk into that room."

I appreciate his enthusiasm and confidence in me, I wasn't feeling it myself. Not being used to stuff like this, I'm feeling a little bit out of my element.

Ryan rejoined Riley, Logan, and Josiah, who will be going up next. Leaving me to try to get my nerves under control and relax. I really don't like this.

Why couldn't we just walk into the room together? Why must they call each player by name and number? Is it because most people don't know which player is which?

Or is it to make each player feel seen? Even if they don't play so regularly?

Before another thought could bubble up into my head, there were these soft, tender pressures pushing up and down on my shoulders. Moving in slow motions, which caused me to sigh through my nose.