The One That Got Away

Part One

Warning: Swearing

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They say that no matter how hard you try to move on, you'll always remember 'The One That Got Away...' That someway, somehow; they'll always remain a part of you...

So, in order to better understand the dilemma of the present story, we have to first delve back into the past.

*****

Ten Years Earlier

"Y/L/N! You're late!" Coach glares at you once you've entered into the gym.

"Sorry about that Coach..." You apologise, pointing towards your knee which was now securely strapped within a heavy-duty knee brace, "knee locked up, had to get the brace from my locker."

"Sit your ass down" Coach nods towards the bleachers with a scowl, flashing you a quick wink then as you slowly walked pass him and you smirk at him in response.

"Alright class..." Coach calls everyone to attention once you've taken your seat. "We're going to do 5min warmup stretches and then I want five laps around the gym" he instructs the class, "now get your asses down here and begin!"

Getting up to follow your classmates down to the gym floor, you're halted midway by Coach. "Not you Y/L/N, you're benched." Nodding at him, you drop back down into your seat with a sigh of relief.

With your face cupped in the palms of your hands as your arms rested top of your thighs, you sat quietly watching as the class were running their laps. "You ok?" Coach enquires as he takes a seat next to you and you nod in response. "And your knee?"

"Killing me..." you admit with a wince as you stretch it out forward to relieve some of the stiffness.

"That bad huh?" Coach stares down at your leg with a frown.

"No shit Sherlock... it's shattered" you mutter, rolling your eyes.

"Watch your mouth..." Coach softly growls at you in warning, and you stick your tongue out at him with a snicker, causing him to smirk in reaction to your behaviour.

Realizing you were staring to long at his handsome dimpled face, you then change the topic. "How's the team been?"

"Shit since I lost my best player" he responds eyeing you closely.

"Well, shit happens..." you sigh with a disappointed shrug.

"You miss it?" he stares at you sympathetically.

"Up until six months ago I was your best player on the softball team" you point out raising your brows at him, "so, what do you think."

"Shit." Coach mumbles, slightly embarrassed. "Here I am, slightly depressed at losing my number one player and yet I forgot how you might be feeling about it all."

"Yeah, you're not the one with the artificial knee..." you respond frowning, "I lost a far lot more than you."

Coach's eyes drop to the floor in shame then in response. "I might have a solution for both of us" he slowly raises them back up in apology and you find yourself instantly melting at the puppy eyes stare you were getting.

"What is it?" you take pity on him, not able to remain mad at him when staring into those gorgeous hazel eyes.

"I want you back on the team" he answers, causing your brows to furrow in confusion.

"I know you won't ever be able to play again..." Coach responds with a wave of his hand. "But you were a damn good player, good enough to teach. I want you to be the team manager; help me run and assist in coaching the team."

You silently studied his face with a narrowed gaze as you thought it over. "Ok" you remark then.

"Seriously?" Coach looks at you with a huge smile of excitement and you nod in response with a smile of your own.

"It's a deal then!" he announces, sticking his hand out to you then. "Shake on it?"

Shaking your head at Coach as you take his hand, you chuckle, "deal..."

*****

"So, what's the deal with Coach and you?" your best-friend enquires as the two of you walked to the next class.

"What do you mean?" you frown at her.

"You guys were real buddy-buddy during class..." she remarks, bouncing her brows suggestively.

"Oh-please..." you respond, rolling your eyes at her with a chuckle. "He just asked about my knee."

"Sure, that's all it was...?" she presses, not at all impressed with your answer "saw you guys shaking hands, what was that about?"

"He wants me back on the team..." you answer and she shoots you a confused look. "He wants me in a managing position; assisting with the coaching and such."

"And here I was hoping he asked you out on a date..." she sighs out in disappointment.

"Y/B/F/N!" you softly scold at her, looking around to see if anyone might have heard her. "He's my teacher... besides that, he's married."

"You're legal and it's senior year..." she shrugs in response.

"It might not be illegal..." you whisper, dragging her to the side and out of hearing range. "But let me repeat myself; he-is-my-teacher, therefore he could lose his job if it ever happened. And he's married, which means his off-limits."

"You're right..." she nods in disappointment. "Still doesn't change the fact that for an older guy, he's extremely hot."

"I plead the fifth..." you raise your hand up in denial and Y/B/F/N gives you the side-eye. Truth was; you had the ultimate hots for Coach, but that wasn't something you were going to admit out loud to anyone, not even your best-friend. A girl has to keep some secrets to herself...

"You might not admit it... but I know you have a thing for him."

You continue to remain tight-lipped about the subject until Y/B/F/N suddenly bursts out in laughter. "What the fucks wrong with you?" you stare at her wide-eyed.

"Just remembering the first day of high school..." she waves her hand about, almost choking on her own spit as she continued laughing. "Remember how you and Coach used to hate each other back then."

"Oh, I remember..." you remark with a smirk, thinking back to the constant verbal battles the two of you used to have." They would still happen now and then on a regular, but it was on friendlier terms than back in the start of your high school years.

"I think the reason why you two were always butting heads was because you both have similar personalities," Y/B/F/N comments matter-of-factly. "What changed though?" she asks you then, "one day you guys hated each other and the next; you're like old buddies."

"Softball..." you respond, "we got to know each other a bit more once I joined. We came to a compromise for the sake of the team."

"You guys could always come to another compromise in other areas as well..." she remarks with a suggestive smirk.

"Oh, hush you! We're going to be late for the next class..." you scold, dragging her along with you as she softly snickered at you.