The One That Got Away

Part Six

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The next few days that pass, Negan decides to test the waters; brushing up against Y/N occasionally whenever they would cross paths. At first, they were a few subtle brushes against her ass with the back of his hand, next was his forearm 'accidentally' brushing over the top of her cleavage as he walked extremely close passed her.

"What's the deal between Coach and you?" Y/B/F/N asks after what seemed like the hundredth close brush up with Coach.

"What do you mean?"

"The two of you have been 'accidentally' bumping into each other a lot these days" Y/B/F/N remarks raising her fingers in the air to emphasize the word, accidentally. "The others might not have noticed but I have."

"We're both just clumsy, I guess" you try and brush it off. You weren't exactly sure yourself about what was happening between Coach and you. The first time it had happened, you took it to be accidental. Yet it had become more frequent thereafter, making you wonder whether he was purposely doing it.

"You would tell me if something was going on, right?"

"Of course, I would" you force the lie pass your lips with a faint smile. "You're my best-friend, I always tell you everything." Lies! Your mind screamed at you. Ok, so you didn't tell her about the eyelash incident. You knew she would never judge if something did happen, but you felt that whatever happened or was still to happen, should remain between Coach and you only. The less people knew about it, the better.

*****

Deciding to test the theory about Coach, you dressed in the tightest, shortest pair of shorts to gym class the next day.

"My, my... aren't you looking extra fuckable today..." Y/B/F/N remarks with a low whistle.

"My regular gym clothes were in the dirty laundry still, this was the only thing to wear."

"Sure... if you say so..." Y/B/F/N drawls out, eyeing you closely. "You sure, you ain't wearing it to catch the eye of a certain someone?"

"Think whatever you like..." you respond with a bit of sass and Y/B/F/N chuckles out at your comment.

"C'mon, let's go give, Sir Hots-a-lot a heart attack."

*****

Negan was busy deep in thought, going over the clipboard of paperwork in his hand, when the next class began filing into the room. A few seconds later, the sounds of whistling echoes loudly throughout the room.

Looking up to see what the source of the disturbance was, Negan is stunned speechless at the sight of Y/N in what was the tightest shorts he has ever seen on her. "Fuck. How the fuck am I supposed to keep my eyes and hands off her when she's fuckin' wearing that" he softy mutters to himself.

When calling the class to line up for the warmup stretches, Negan was a bit confused as to why Y/N was standing all the way in the backrow instead of her usual spot in the front.

*****

Noticing that Coach was assisting those that weren't doing the warmup correcting, you decide to put your plan into action by deliberately messing up on your stretches.

"Jesus, not you fuckin' too" Coach curses out, stepping up behind you.

Placing a palm on your lower back, Coach gently pushes you further downward, resulting in your bottom being in close proximity to his crotch.

With a mischievous smirk, you abruptly thrust your bottom backward into Negan's crotch, causing him to stiffen in surprise and grab hold of your hips in order to regain his balance.

In an attempt to stifle a groan, Negan bites down into his lower lip as he scans the gym to see whether anyone had noticed what happened. Satisfied that no one had noticed, Negan decides to have a little fun with you.

When attempting to pull away after your little stunt, you're instantly halted by Coach tightening his grip on your hips. Risking a peek over your shoulder, you're met by a devilish smirk from him.

"I want y'all to close your eyes, taking in deep breaths while doing ya stretches until I tell ya otherwise" Coach breathlessly instructs, giving you a wink as he begins to grind himself hard into you.

Nervously scanning the room, you end up having to bite down hard into your lower lip in order to stifle the whimpers that were threatening to escape while Coach was dry humping you from behind.

Realizing the dangers of the huge risk he was taking, Negan stops what he was doing, stepping away from you then to grab the clipboard.

"Alright shitheads..." Coach clears his throat, "warmup's over, you can open your eyes now."

You stop the smirk from spreading across your face when noticing the clipboard that Coach was holding in front of his crotch area.

*****

The next few days turns into a game of cat and mouse between Coach and you, the touching becoming more frequent each day. The only problem being that neither of you get a chance to be alone together during it, either one or the other ending up too busy to attend the after-school meetings. 

The week following thereafter was a totally different story though, Negan's attitude toward you had suddenly turned cold, bordering on the point of being straight out mean towards you during certain occasions.

After the third day of Negan's cold demeanour toward you, you decided to return the favour and completely ignore him to the point of pretending he didn't even exist.

What you didn't know, was that Negan was fighting an internal turmoil that was threating to burst out of him at any moment. Things between Lucille and him were extremely tense after Negan had made the slip of calling out your name out in his sleep a few times. When she questioned him about it, he had lied; saying he was stressed over the softball team and had been dreaming about coming up with new game plans with you. Although she seemed to have accepted his explanation, Negan couldn't help the nagging feeling she still suspected something.

You were on his mind 24/7 and Negan knew that he had to keep a distance from you for the time being.