𝓟𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭† negan✔[Complete]

𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖.

I breathed in, my body shaking slightly from being so close to Dylan. He made me jolt every time he would get excited with the crowd and cheer. I tried to keep my eyes on Negan, but Dylan, the attention hog he is, always made me look at him. I hadn't been this scared of someone in a very long time. I was the one people were afraid of. I wasn't the mouse. I am the wolf.

"You look scared. You're never scared." Dylan commented, trying again to touch me when Negan wasn't looking. My eyes flutter as I inhaled sharply and swatted his hand away from me. I would pull the knife from my boots if he kept trying to lose his fingers.

"I have mental issues." I tell him through my teeth, "you bring them back to me."

"That, now that is so good to hear." He smiled wicked, making me sick to my stomach, "I do like them very, very unstable." he whispered in my ear, brushing my hair from my eyes as I stared forward, not wanting to give in.

"Like Jason?" I asked him, his fingers curled into a tight fist in his lap, "that's what I thought." If I couldn't stay sane in my own skin next to him, he'd end up dead in front of all these people. It was bad enough I had two skeletons in my closet. I didn't need to add Dylan McColl to the collection.No matter how much I wanted him to be a part of my collection.

"Jason was your fault." He looked at me, his green eyes ablaze with rage. I could see it in the way he clenched his jaw that he wanted to hit me.

"You'll regret hitting me. I'm not the same rag doll I was when I was around you." I chime with more confidence now, "if you lay a finger on me, I'll feed them to you."

"There's the scared little bird I know. I guess you chose to fight instead of flight nowadays, huh?" Dylan smirked.

"I never run from my problems. Especially if they'll pertain to getting rid of you from my life." I replaced the fear of him with anger, and it was working better than I thought. If I got too angry, I'd lose my shit. If I stayed in the state of fear I had for him, I'd lose my shit. So it was better to get blind with rage, instead of being weak and become crippled with fear.

"I thought I had to worry only about Negan?"

"You should be scared of us both." I quiet down when the crowd roared for our home teams winning play, "Excuse me, I've got a fiancé to keep happy." I get up, stopping short when Dylan grabbed my arm. I grasped his wrist, ready to snap the bones in his skin.

"Don't forget, you belong to me still." He pulled me back down in the seat, "and I don't play well with others." he reminded me, nearly pulling me into his lap. I tried to yank my arm from him.

"Oh, back to this one, are we?" I asked, "funny. I thought it was the other way around." I squeezed his arm tighter as he did the same. It felt like my forearm was about to be crushed in his grip. I didn't react to the pain like he thought I would.

"Negan is just keeping you warm for me at night, for now." Dylan yanked me closer, I hit his nose with the butt of my palm, causing him to recoil and let me go. I stand up quickly, turning to leave but hitting someone instead.

"Negan." I breathed, taking him into my arms quicker than I could blink. He melted away my fears the moment he put his arms around me. I closed my eyes, never wanting him to let me go.

"What's going on here?" Negan barked, holding me in his arms as Dylan stood up. I looked at Dylan, he held his nose as it started to bleed through his fingers, "who is this?"

"Dylan McColl. You must be Negan." Dylan looked up at Negan with the best innocent act he could muster with a bleeding nose, "this isn't over, Emmett." He glared at me before turning and high tailing it out of the park. I just stared at where he stood with wide eyes. I couldn't believe they let him out of there.