The One That Got Away

Part Eight

Warning: swearing, mention of gun violence

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Present Day

With a heavy sigh, Negan rested his head against the steering wheel, today was going to be one hell of a shit show. It was career day, which meant that the school would be running amuck with fancy-pansy assholes, discussing their choices of careers with the senior kids and how better they were than other people.

Truthfully, Negan couldn't give a shit about them, the only problem he had with today was that all this would be done during his classes. Ah, the fuckin' joys of being a gym teacher... meaning, he'd be the one stuck the entire day having to hear them lecturing the kids of how 'good of a choice' it would be going into their field of work.

Lifting his head up, Negan gives himself a pep talk in the rear-view mirror. "Suck it up... later this evening you can reward yourself with a few drinks."

Dragging his feet as he walked into the admin block, Negan is suddenly stopped dead in his tracks by the fine piece of ass dressed in police uniform that was leaning over the secretary's desk, having what seemed to be one heck of an animated conversation.

Damn... it should be a crime when the po-po be looking that fine these days...

Always the smooth ladies' man, loudly clearing his throat, Negan walks up behind the woman.

"Excuse me Officer, might ya be here for me?"

The woman pauses mid conversation, slowly turning around then and Negan is struck speechless when realizing who was actually standing before him.

"Y/N...?" Negan stares at her dumbfounded.

The last time he had seen her was ten years ago, at her parent's funeral. She had been pretty banged up, wheelchair bound after having finally woken up out of a coma a few days after the accident.

That would be the first time since the accident, as well as the very last that Negan ever saw her again. A few days after that, Y/N had moved to go and live with family, and he never heard of her again.

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"Hey Coach..." you flash him a broad smile, "been a while, hasn't it?"

"No shit... it's been ten years" Negan stares at you like he's seen a ghost.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here for career day" you wave a hand up and down indicating your uniform.

"So... you're a cop now? Negan stumbles a bit with his words at being in your presence again after so many years.

You stare at him deadpan. "No, this is my Halloween costume..."

"Still the same smartass, I see..." Negan chuckles at your remark.

"Only difference is that ya can't punish me for it anymore..." you smirk at him in response.

Oh, I could think of the perfect punishment... Negan groans internally, biting into his lower lip as he silently scanned Y/N up and down.

"You gonna ask me more questions or just stand there staring at me?" you sass him, hands on your hips as you smirked.

"Uh... yeah" Negan shakes himself back to reality. "How long have you been back?"

"It's been a few months now, but I finally got my bearings after having transferred here."

"Looks and sounds like life's been treating you well then" Negan remarks, placing his hands in his pockets, while he rocked back and forth on balls of his feet.