d.o'b [one-shots/imagines ]

I'm Gonna Win This Ball Game

*Just saying that I'm an actual softball player and my ball language may be different than yours. Like expressions or maybe even some rules. Sorry if my way of playing softball is not exactly your way.(not that I make the rules it's just that I don't know if y'all play softball the same way I do 'cause I'm not from America) Peace out bro*

Coach's son was still staring at me from the dugout. His eyes never left me since the softball practise started.

His name was Dylan. Dylan O'Brien. He was a total hottie, a smartass and the best player of our school's baseball team. His dad was my coach, so he assisted him.

When he started staring at me, I thought it was because I was doing something wrong. Maybe I wasn't holding the bat well. But I soon understood that my technique had nothing to do with his staring.

"Okay girls, Dylan here is going to pitch the ball, fast. Hit it.", Patrick, the coach said. Great, Dylan was pitching the ball.

"Coach? No curves right?", a girl asked.

"This is softball, of course no curves.", he answered.

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"Hey Y/N", a voice called. I turned and saw Dylan running up to me. "I wanna make a deal.", he said once he had reached me.

"I ain't making no deals with you, O'Brien.", I scoffed.

"C'mon Y/L/N, if I strike you out, you have to go on a date with me. But, if you hit and run, I'll leave you alone.", he said. His grin was very annoying, and I had that desire to beat him. Even if this deal was stupid, victory would be satisfying.

"Deal. Even if this isn't a challenge.", I agreed. Dylan's smile got even bigger and my heart started beating faster than usual. He winked before running to the dugout.

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"Y/N, it's your turn, get your ass here!", coach yelled. "Alright Dyl, ready?", he asked Dylan. The brown-haired boy nodded with a smirk and looked at me. I placed my feet in the right places and placed my bat up. I was ready. My heart was thumping in my chest. I did not want to loose this bet.

Dylan did the motion and the ball was coming. I tried hitting but I was too late.

"Strike!", the catcher yelled. I stood back to let her throw the ball to Dylan. He caught it with ease and looked back to me.

"C'mon Y/N, I know you're better than this.", coach yelled. I sighed heavily and waited for Dylan to pitch.

He did the motion again and pitched the ball. The ball was obviously too low for me to hit so I stayed still.

"Strike!", the catcher yelled again.

"What!", I exclaimed, "There's no way that was a strike!", I yelled.

"Strike.", she repeated. I looked to the coach who only shrugged and then looked to Dylan. He winked and that stupid smirk was back again.

"Alright, Y/N hit the ball.", coach said. I took a deep breath, relaxing my muscles. "No matter if it's a little low or a little high, hit that ball!", coach encouraged me.

Dylan did the motion faster this time and a second later, the ball was coming at me. It took me half a second to take my decision, and I was swinging with all my strength. I felt my bat making contact with the ball so I ran to first base. Coach was laughing loudly with happiness.

I was off to second base.

"C'mon defence, catch it!", I heard coach yell.

And I was running towards third base.

"She's gonna make a home!", coach yelled.

Five seconds later, I had made a home run.

The girls in my team and coach were cheering as a big smile stretched my lips. I took a glance at Dylan, who was not too happy about my home run.

I winked at him and ran to the dugout.

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"So, O'Brien, looks like you lost.", I said once we were the only ones left in the dugout.

"Yeah, I underestimated you.", he chuckled.

"I'll still go on a date with you.", I said. His eyes widened and a big grin appeared on his face.

"Really?", he asked. I chuckled and nodded.

"I like you, I just hate losing.", I smiled. He smiled back.

"So, I'll pick you up tomorrow at 6?", he asked.

"Fine by me."

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HI! So that was short and crappy but hey, I updated.