The One That Got Away

Part Five

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Negan yet again found himself unable to concentrate. Fuck, why did she have to look so fuckin' fuckable with that facial expression she had pulled. And why did he have to be the one to make eye contact with her at that very moment.

He was on the verge of having a full-on hard-on by it, if it wasn't for her friend calling out to him, he definitely would have had a major problem on his hands. He would have been in a tight spot with having to explain to the principal of why and how he was coming to the office with a clearly visible erection. Oh that... you see, I was watching the girl(student) I have the hots for. You see, she had the most fuckable expression ever on her face, and all I wanted to do; was slam her up against the lockers and fuck the shit out of her...

"Yeah, that would have been one heck of a conversation..." Negan shakes his head.

You're spending too much time with that girl. His conscience warns him.

"We have to come up with strategic plans for the upcoming games" Negan defends himself against his own thoughts.

If you say so...

"It is so. It's all for the good of the team."

Who you trying to fuckin' kid here? We both know that she's come up with enough planning to last for the next few games. The reason why you continue with those meetings, is just your excuse for wanting to be alone with her.

"That's not fuckin' true."

You know for a fact, that you're becoming obsessed with her. Shit, you obviously made the girl uncomfortable with the way you were staring at her earlier, she couldn't even look you in the eye.

"Shit" Negan mumbles out, placing a hand over his eyes in defeat.

*****

Later That Day

You'd be lying if you said that you weren't rejoicing at not having gym class today, to be honest; it was a godsend. Your self-control was hanging by a thread as it is, the possibility of you jumping Negan was becoming more higher as the days went by, and that was why you were heading this very minute to his office to inform him that you wouldn't be able to remain after school today.

"Come in!" Coach calls out after your knocking. "Hey..." he smiles at you in greeting and your heart instantly flutters at the rough cuteness of those dimples of his.

"H-Hi Coach" you nervously stammer in response.

"Grab a seat" he instructs you with a nod.

"Actually, I can't stay" you remark, "have a ton of homework and some assignments."

"Oh, ok" Coach responds seeming a bit disappointed as he stands up from his chair. "You didn't have to come all the way here to inform me, you could have just gone straight home."

"Didn't want you to think I stood you up" you respond with a faint smile.

Biting into his lower lip with a narrowed gaze, Coach silently studies you for a few seconds. "What's your phone number?" he finally speaks up, picking his own phone up from the desk.

"What?" you stare wide-eyed, believing you misheard him for a second.

"Your-phone-number" he repeats slowly, "what-is-it?"
"Oh, sorry" you shake yourself out from the stupider you had drifted into after hearing his request, reciting it out loud for him then. You stood silently staring at Coach in confusion as he typed on his phone, jumping in shocked surprise when your phone then suddenly vibrates in your pocket.

Slowly retrieving and unlocking it, you burst out chuckling at the text message that read; "hey shithead" accompany by a hand wave icon.

"If you can't make it next time, just send me a text" Negan flashes you a dimpled smirk as you shake your head at him while still softly snickering at his text.

"Ok" you flash him a smile in return as you place your phone back in your pocket. "See you tomorrow then-"

"Wait! Don't move!" Coach suddenly instructs and you instantly freeze in surprised fear at his command. You stared wide-eyed as he slowly reaches a hand up to your face, your eyelids then involuntary shut closed the instant it touches your cheek.

The feeling of his rough fingertips softly brushing against your flesh felt so amazing that you couldn't resist the soft sigh slipping from your lips as you nuzzled your face against his fingers.

The room was deadly silent for those few seconds, and then you feel his touch retreating from your face. Realizing what you just did, your eyes snap open then to find Coach staring at you with hooded eyes.

"Eyelash..." he gruffly murmurs showing you, his fingertip.

Cheeks red with embarrassment at your behaviour as you stared at it, "I have to go-" you softly stammer, quickly turning on your heels and hightail it out of his office in mortification.

Negan watches as you rush out of the office, a broad smirk on his face. So, she feels it too...