Hello! My name is Rae! I’m fairly new to tumblr so please forgive me if you notice me actively messing everything up.. I am coming from the old dinosaur of an app; Wattpad. I am used to writing there, but i figured i would expand my platforms. I will be writing one shots (Fluff and Smut) here as well as continuing my Negan x reader book "Only In His Office" Soo PLEASE put in your requests, I have made a list of fandoms you can request for below!
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Y/n is 19 year old Senior in high school who is particularly quiet but that's only because she always takes the time to write in her notebook filled with.. thoughts about someone imparticular, but its not who you expect it to be…
â—‡There is a age gap in this book so if you are not ok with that or if it makes you uncomfortable then you do not have to read, it's your choice.â—‡
Warnings: Age gap, Sexual themes, Cursing, (Bad writing :O, didnt proof read. Oop
Word Count: 1358
The next few days went on as normal, and it was Friday before I knew it. It was already mid day and I was in the gym sitting on the bleachers for the free period.
Try outs were after school today; and for once I had an ounce of positivity about it. Maybe getting out and playing a sport actively with help with my odd addiction to writing.Â
The squeak of a shoe echoed across the gym floor. I looked up to see Negan approaching me.. Of course; I was naive to think he would be too busy planning tryouts to notice me in the corner of the bleachers. I folded up my notes and shifted to sit up a bit.
"Well; So obsessed you had to come visit me on your free period?" He smiled.
I choked out a small laugh.Â
"Excited for tryouts?" He asked sitting down next to me.
"I suppose.."
He tilted his head trying to get a better look at my face. "She speaks." he let out a chuckle
"Psh.. Yea.." I mumbled.
I looked out over the gym, things had already been laid out for try outs. Small areas taped off on the floor, cones placed in different patterns, and oddly enough the hoops were lowered. Negan followed my eyes to the basketball hoops and cleared his throat.
"Makin' it easy for ya" smirking he looked back to me.
"Your joking right?" I stood from my seat and walked around the gym to the closest hoop. I looked up and laughed. This was too easy; So easy that someone who had never played could dunk it.
Negan stood now walking over to me and stretching his arm up to touch the rim. "Maybe your right" sarcasm was laced through his words. "Think we should give it a test run?" he looked down on me.Â
I bit down on my lip thinking for a minute. I was at a small disadvantage.. But practice is practice. "sure".
Negan held back a smile as he nodded. Heading over to the ball rack he palmed a ball passing it between his two hands before chest passing it to me roughly.
I caught it with a huff. "ouch." I spat.
I began to dribble the ball practicing passing the ball on and off both hands.
Negan didn't seem to waste any time fucking around coming around to smack the ball out of my hands before I ran with it across the court. I slowed down at the hoop going in for a lay up.
The ball circled the rim before falling off into the net. I rebounded the ball and dribbled once before realizing he was already on top of me. Nowhere to go I simply held and defended the ball. I turned against him.
"shit." I whispered.Â
"Yea." He leaned down against me whispering against my neck.
Still not pressed fully against him i panicked. What if someone saw us this close? This is dangerous; But being this close is nice. His chest was so close to my back, and I could feel one of his legs pressed onto me.Â
Lost in my train of thought he grabbed the ball and held it over his head and shot it from across the court; it circled the rim and fell off the side.Â
"Worth a shot." He said cockily.
I stood up normally, turning to face him, still weirdly close. He looked down smiling.Â
My face got hot, and my body too. I was doing it again.Â
"I should get back to studying"Â
He huffed; "Studying? You mean writing away in that little notebook of yours?" He questioned.
My breath caught in my throat. "What- No. I have school work to do." I fumbled on my words.
He burst out laughing, "Yea, yea of course."
My expression flattened, unmoving, bored with the joke. I turned back and started to head towards my things.
"What'do ya say we go talk about try outs in my office?" He didn't follow me he just stood with a lean in the middle of the court.
I slowed in my pace trying to make out what he had just said.Â
He began after the ball that was slowly wandering the court floor. Picking it up and dribbling it slowly back to the rack. As I picked up my things I turned back to face him.Â
"Hell' Bring that book of yours.. Maybe we could brainstorm a new page for ya." He teased.
My heart skipped a beat and I began to feel.. Aroused? again.. I nodded unsure of where this was going.. But where ever it ends up I'm sure it will be worth taking chances.
I nodded simply, and with a smirk from him we walked back to his office.
He sat down in his chair and patted the desk; "Lay 'er out and we can get to brainstorming" He continued on.
I sat down in a chair just in front of his desk now digging in my backpack for the notebook.Â
Not entirely sure why I was just simply doing what he asked I placed the book in front of me and he flipped it to a random page.
"Why don't you read it allowed.?" He leaned back in his chair.
My eyes trailed down looking at the book; Then slightly up now seeing the tint in his gray pants.Â
No way this was happening.Â
"I- Erm. I can't." I cleared my throat.
Negan shifted in his seat looking me over head to toe; "How come?"
"Its.. embarrassing."
He scoffed, "Hell yea it is." Leaning forward in his chair he looked at me eye level; "But from what I read." He paused, "You're into that."
My heart was racing. What do I even say..
My skin pricked uncomfortably from how hot I was getting. I crossed my legs trying to settle the excited feeling. I looked up as he pushed the book closer.
"His hand gripped around my throat stifling my breathing as his hips..-" I gulped, "Rutted into my ass.." stopping I looked up to him. He was watching me with hungry eyes.
He nodded signaling me to continue.
"The water from the shower ran over us both our skin beginning to redden from the water pressure."
Negan stopped me. "So detailed." He stood up making me settle into my seat as I followed his movements. "Where do you come up with these settings?" he asked.
"I'm not sure.. I just use my imagination I guess."
He slid in front of me, my sightlines just above his belt. He leaned down close to my face. I swallowed my saliva nervously as stared me down.
"What are you thinking right now? Hm.?" He whispered.
"I want to kiss you.." I say bluntly.
He stifled a smirk. "Yea.?" voice arrogant in tone.
Leaning closer I closed my eyes.
Our lips brushed against one another his beard poking at my chin and upper lip. I closed the gap moving closer to kiss him.Â
 He kissed back leaning down further to grab behind my neck and guided me to stand up. My hands fell to his hips resting on his leather belt.
I could feel as his fingers laced into my hair, he gripped down hard pulling lightly at the roots. As we kissed my legs rubbed against each other yearning for any sort of friction. Slowly getting closer to him simply just wanting to feel more. My chest pressed against his ribs and He broke the kiss with a deep breath. I could feel him looking down to me as he groaned.
My heart fluttered; I suppose I never thought of him as a verbal man.
He grabbed at my shoulders slowly pulling me away from him; "Shit.."
I looked up trying to gauge his expression.
"We should probably slow down" He licked his lips huffing before going back behind his desk.
I grabbed my book awkwardly shoving it back into my backpack and heading towards the door.
I cleared my throat, "I'll see you at try outs".
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Tryouts went normal and everyone was sent home with a small pamphlet readying us for first practice dates and uniforms.
Sitting in the passenger seat of my dads truck I finished the paperwork, confirming my shoe, pants and shirt size. I signed the bottom and folded it up.
"How did it go?" My dad asked nonchalantlyÂ
"I think it went good." I held back a giddy smile.
Y/n is 19 year old Senior in high school who is particularly quiet but that's only because she always takes the time to write in her notebook filled with.. thoughts about someone imparticular, but its not who you expect it to be…
â—‡There is a age gap in this book so if you are not ok with that or if it makes you uncomfortable then you do not have to read, it's your choice.â—‡
Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, drinking, age gap, Sexual themes, angst.
Word Count: 1419
I wake up in a panic. A small tickling feeling crawling up my leg.
I jump up and smack at my leg frantically coming to the realization that it's a tiny spider. I flick the bug's dead body off my leg and look around still feeling itchy and gross.
I turned over to see Julien sleeping on the blanket I brought. We were still under the slides... we must have fallen asleep. I reach over shutting his laptop and then reaching into my bag for my phone.
4:53 AM
"Damn" I whisper under my breath peeking around the slide to see the faint orange sky creep up into the night sky.
I slump over onto the end of the blanket and sigh loudly.
"Julien." I grumble, "wake upppp" I drag out my words tiredly.
I hear them shuffle around, "What time is it?"
"It's like 5 in the morning dipshit, can't you see the sun coming up" I laugh.
They sighs abruptly, "You should get going before your dad realizes your gone" He sits up looking at me.
I start to pack up my things and pick up our trash, "yea.. hopefully he's passed out-". I get up and grab the edge of my blanket waiting for Julien to get up and help me.
"Oh, sorry" they say stumbling to get up.
We laugh it off and continue to pack everything up. I help them get their things into their backpack and we both walk over to the picnic area to throw our trash away.
They plops down on a bench. I follow sitting and resting my head on their shoulder. "Thanks for hanging out with me." I paused and they looked over at me slowly. "I had a rough week, it really made me feel better..."
They leaned over and hugged me, "you don't need to say it, I get it."
I laughed getting up and waving him goodbye.
The sun had already made an appearance peaking just above the landscape. It was already getting so bright. I squinted my eyes as I walked down the sidewalk. Early morning workers' cars whizzing by as I went to cross to my house.
I jog across the crosswalk waving at the cars that kindly stopped for me.
-
I creeped into the house quietly placing my things down. Everything seemed to still be in place, so he didn't come looking for me last night, good.
I changed my clothes and packed my bag for school and creeped out into the kitchen. I was looking everywhere, but i couldn't find him... Weird, but not unusual.
The bus would be here soon so I had some time to pack my lunch. I shoved some snacks in a brown paper bag and quickly shoved it into my backpack that was already stacked full of books. I looked over at the clock, 5:38. I had till 6:30 till the bus came, meaning I had time for a shower, which was for the best of course seeing as I quite literally slept outside last night. I zipped up my bookbag throwing it onto the couch and fast walked into our shared bathroom starting a hot shower and taking my clothes off. I wrapped a towel around my body and went out to my room to get some clean underwear.
Just as I rushed out of the bathroom I bumped into someone. My dad. I looked up gripping the towel harshly.
"(Y/n). What are you doing?" He asked as I backed away trying to make my way around him and into my room. He sounded very drowsy, his eyes were bloodshot and he could barely hold them open.Â
"I was just taking a shower.. Before school." I said walking away from him and into my room. I snatched a pair of panties from my drawer and wadded them up in my hand, trying to save the embarrassment. He stood in the same spot only turning his frame to watch me as I walked back into the bathroom.
He grunted as a response and walked off.Â
I let out a sigh as I shut the door and threw the towel down. I stepped into the shower and let the water run over my naked figure. I didn't want to think of the day before, but it was hard not to. Every time my thoughts ran back to the same notion; The same.. impure thoughts. His hands, his fingers.. Everything about him. How he would feel; how he could touch me so differently than I could myself. I continued my dirty thoughts as I washed myself. I made quick to finish and throw my clothes back on just doing what I would do every morning.Â
I strutted out of the bathroom and immediately looked up at the time. 6:11. I turned the corner to the couch and went to reach for my bag being startled by my father who sat in his recliner snoring loudly. I scoffed at myself and swung my backpack over my shoulder and headed out for the bus.
I yawned as I strolled down the sidewalk to the bus stop on the corner. I mentally rolled my eyes now noticing the middle schoolers that also stood goofing around at the stop. I kept my distance standing just off to the side of them. I pulled my phone from my pocket and scrolled through Instagram solely just to keep from looking over at them.
It wasn't too painfully long before the bus came to pick us up. I awkwardly shuffled through the isle looking for the first spot that was empty plopping down by the window and just keeping silent. I was just a few stops after the first one so there was a fair amount of people, unfortunately mostly middle schoolers and freshmen who could care less about me. Fair enough though, it gave me lots of time to pop my earbuds in and listen to some music. I kept to myself as usual, avoiding any drama or conflict that arose. My eyes stayed glued outside as the trees, cars, and buildings shot by. I took a deep breath preparing for the long day ahead. I was dreading the mental toll hours of sitting and listening was going to take on me.
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  The day went by as normal, just sitting in class for hours taking several notes until my wrists hurt. The time rolled around for our extra classes, the time of day I had dreaded. I didn't know if I could even be in the same room as him after yesterday, of course there was nothing I could do other than hope it wouldn't be as awkward as I imagined it. My hopes were low considering I had the worlds worst anxiety. Although I was secretly wishing that wasn't our last interaction.Â
The bell rang and the room filled with students shuffling aggressively to the exit. I sat patiently not wanting to get caught up in the crowd. I picked up my books holding them tightly to my chest now following everyone else.
After dropping things off at my locker; Learning from my mistakes. I made my way to gym just before the bell rang.
As I stepped into the gym Negan's wandering eyes landed on mine seeming to look relived. I avoided his gaze and began stretching like all the others.
Gym continued on as normal.. Our eyes catching here and there. The bell rang and everyone rushed out once again.
As I started for the door he called my name.
I stopped and turned slowly to face him.
He took long stride up to me and smiled immediately. "I wanted to talk to you about the other day."
My heart skipped a beat. "What about yesterday?" I mumble.
"Try outs? I seen you signed up. I'm pretty excited to be your coach kiddo." He joked.
I let out a small sigh of relief, "Pshh, Yeah. Totally." I managed to let out a small laugh.
He patted my shoulder; His touch lasting a tad bit longer than it should. "What'd you think I wanted to talk about huh?" he leaned back with a smart-ass look on his face.
I didn't bother answering; It seemed to be a trap anyways.
"I'll see you at tryouts. Don't be late miss. y/n" He turned on his heels and wandered off to clean up some cones laid around the gym.
I took a yet another deep breath and started off to History class.
Y/n is 19 year old Senior in high school who is particularly quiet but that's only because she always takes the time to write in her notebook filled with.. thoughts about someone imparticular, but its not who you expect it to be…
â—‡There is a age gap in this book so if you are not ok with that or if it makes you uncomfortable then you do not have to read, it's your choice.â—‡
Warnings: Sexual themes, Cursing, Age Gap, Sick/Throw up, angst, mentions of drinking, Abuse, (bad writing.. :L )
Word count: 2231
"I have to go.." I whine looking down again.
"If you go now don't you think it would be a little suspicious?" He whispered resting a hand on my shoulder guiding me away from the door.
His touch was comforting.. I had never felt such a wonderful thing, our eyes locked just observing every feature on each others appearance, or maybe I was just so stuck in my own world that I only wanted to stare instead of speak a reply, but what more is there to say... it would be suspicious, he was right.
I bobbed my head slowly, "Ok..."
He moved his hand to his side with a clap. "Well." He spoke shuffling back around to his desk.
He picked up the book and sighed handing it back to me with a smile.
I took it gently bringing it to my chest holding it tightly.
As I looked up he had flopped down into his chair once again, his leg crossed over the other. He raised an eyebrow and gestured to the door.
"Thanks for the chat Miss. L/N. I'll be seeing you in gym tomorrow."
I turned on my heels and slowly left shutting the door behind me. I walked slowly out into the hall my body still stiff and shaky.
I immediately felt nauseous; Bolting toward the bathroom holding back a gag. Barging into the first bathroom stall I seen dropping to my knees and hurling into the nasty toilet.
-
Now sitting in the nurses office as the Nurse took my temperature I felt no better, still hot.. and bothered I suppose.
"Your temperature is pretty high, I'll go get a trash bag and you go to lay down, maybe you need some rest." She says.
I laid down on the plastic sheet covered bed. The uncomfortable paper over the pillow shuffled in my ear but eventually settled as I did.
I heard her laying down the bag next to me along with fanning a blanket over me and allowing it to fall gently.
My eyes stayed closed pretending to sleep as I listened to her every movement, from her sitting in her chair to her typing away on her computer.
I heard her gasp and shuffle around the small office. I listened to the pressing of a new set of keys. She was calling someone.
She laughed as if I wasn't trying to sleep just right next to her, "Hello, I'm sorry I almost forgot to call you up." She paused.
"She came into the office asking for me, she didnt look to good I think I'm going to call her dad to come and pick her up."
'Yea right' I thought to myself mentally rolling my eyes.
She put the phone down only to start calling my dad now.
It ringed and ringed, and-
"Hello. Is this y/n's father?"
I shifted around trying to listen; shocked that he had the time of day to answer.
"Yes, she isn't looking to well she might be sick would you be able to come and pick her up?"
'No... he never has time for anyone.'
"Oh, that sounds good thank you, see you in a bit" I could feel her smile radiating from here.
'huh.'
The phone gently hit the holder again and my ears followed her footsteps to her chair.
I relaxed my body falling into a deep thought.
-
I stretched out opening my mouth to yawn. I felt like I was in a different place; my eyes shot open and I looked around seeing I was in my room.
Was I that worn out that I didn't wake up until I was home...
I closed my eyes once again and shifted to my other side hoping to fall back asleep.
I laid there with my eyes closed for a good 5 minutes before I decided to get up noticing my backpack and notebook on the floor in front of my closet door.
I sighed as I looked at it.
How was I supposed to face him tomorrow?
I sat up; my legs dangled from my bed as I stared right in front of me where a poster of a basketball player hung, I hadn't played basketball ball since 6th grade, my favorite coach was replaced by Negan and of course until today I couldn't even be an inch close to him, there is a lot of thoughts rushing through my head, I couldn't catch one if I tried..
"Y/n? Are you awake?" I heard a woman's voice from the kitchen.
Mom?
I stood up making my way down the hall and into the dining room where I peeped through the door to the kitchen.
"Mom!" I smile rushing to hug her.
"How have you been?" She asked while patting my back.
I pressed my lips together and just smiled ear to ear, "good."
She laughed letting go. "I missed you so much sweetheart." She screeched.
"I missed you too!"
I just couldn't stop smiling at her, I hadn't seen her in 6 months, and for me and her that hasn't been our longest apart but it always felt so long...
"Oh god, stop gabbing we have to go" My dad said stumbling into the kitchen with his keys.
I looked over confused.
"For one day Micheal could you be a real father figure!" My mother shouts.
"That's what I'm trying to do Claire! ...y/n go get in the truck."
I looked into my mother's eyes one more time before heading out the front door.
I don't know why my dad has to be like this but I guess I put up with it, either way, it's just nice to see my mom right now..
I flopped down in my dads truck with my hands in my lap.
Not even seconds later he shoved himself into the driver's side and threw a small orange piece of paper onto my lap before starting the car with a grunt.
I looked over at him as I picked up the loose paper off my lap, "What's this?" I question.
He didn't answer he just began to head down the road, so I took it upon myself to read it.
---Dear parent or Guardian your child is eligible for the girl's basketball team and we would love to see them tonight from 6:00 pm to 6:45 for a presentation and tryout sign-up. ---
My eyes widened, I could only hope Negan wasn't the one to be hosting the sign-ups. I licked my chapped lips trying to gain moisture back in my mouth and setting the papers into the dash of the truck.
"So," My father asked, except it sounded more of a 'so you're going to do it if you want to or not', but I still answered.
"I can't. Its not the same as kids basket ball. There's to much pressure."
"Y/n, Thats bullshit! You just gotta get out there and fuckin' do it." he spat gripping the steering wheel. He took a deep breath. "Look. I'm not the best dad ever, but when you were a kid; I could see that passion in your eyes when we would play."
I turned to look out the window watching the town houses pass by.
"You don't have a choice kid. I'm tired of seeing you rot away in your room. I want a daughter to actually be proud of for once."
My heart sank. "wow." I bit down on the inside of my cheek.
The rest of the car ride was silent.
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I hesitated to step foot into the gym, but I couldn't go back. I bolted up to the top of the bleachers.
I could feel eyes on me. Most of these girls had been playing basket ball all their life, some of them I haven't seen since 3rd Grade.
I sat listening as he and the middle school coach talked about when tryouts were and how they knew we were good for the team. I could barely focus, his words of encouragement seemed to only echo to me. Our eyes caught one another an awkward amount of times before the speech was over.
Once it was I hurried to the door but I quickly realized sitting at the top of the bleachers was a bad idea, I got held up and before I got to the door I felt a firm grip on my arm that flipped me back facing the quart.
I took a deep breath and looked up seeing the face I was hoping to not see for the rest of the night.
I bit my lip, as much as I didn't want to see him, I couldn't help but mentally drool at the sight of his salt and pepper beard and strong jawline. His brown eyes staring down into mine as his figure towered over me. If I didn't stop thinking like this my knees were sure to go weak right here right now.
Before he opened his mouth to speak I interupted. "My dads waiting on me, I'm sorry."
I sprinted for the front desk and filled out the paper as fast as I could, I could still feel him watching me just before I rudely threw the paper at the lady sitting behind the flimsy white table.
I walked calmly out the door and took in a breath of fresh air just as I got into the truck. Finally...
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Getting home after a encounter like I just had I would've went straight to my room and wrote in my book. But today felt different. I couldn't. I had no desire at all strangely enough.
I sighed audibly, falling stomach first into my bed my head stuffed into my pillow.
The memories flooded back into my head..
"fuck.." I whisper yell into the pillow.
I rolled over onto my back and closed my eyes trying my best to remember what happened in his office. Even the slightest touch drove me crazy. I hadn't been that close to him in a setting such as that.. ever.
My hand was getting closer the the rim of my shorts, I rubbed my stomach thinking about what I was about to do...It would never compare to his touch in any way. The way his big hands rested on me, the way they felt, so rough.
My phone began to ring and I jumped up faster than I ever had before. I snatched my phone looking at the contact, it was just my best friend Julien, their in collage now and even though their older than me we still managed to become friends through work.
I picked up the phone, "Hey.." I say trying to mask the feeling I had.
"Hey!! Can you make it to the park tonight.. by.. lets see-" They thought, "10:00 or later"
I bite down on my lip thinking all the trouble I could get in if I did, but then again my Dad doesn't ever stop drinking so, "Yea, sure... Should I bring anything like snacks or a blanket ?"
"Yes, that would be great!" They shout into the phone before hanging up.
I sigh, "okay thennn"
I got up from my bed walking over to my closet and bringing out my backpack and throwing a small blanket folded into the bag before walking out to the front door. My dad was snoring over the basket ball game blaring on the tv. I didn't even bother saying anything.
As I walked I watched my feet the way they glided across the sidewalk, I looked back up, it was getting dark.. "hmm.." I pulled my phone from the back pocket and checked the time.
9:37 pm
I had some time to kill so I skipped over to the convenience store.
A tiny bell chimed as I walked in. I looked around walking into the snack isle. I grabbed some gummy worms and some Doritos then made my way to the drinks grabbing a few different drinks.
I stumbled up to the cashier dropping all my things onto the counter for them to ring up.
"It's kinda late don't ya think lil girl" the man said.
I looked up from my bag, "heh- yea.." I shuffled to grab some money and shove the food and drinks into my bag with the blanket.
"Have a good night.. and be safe" the man says to me as I walk quickly out of the store.
'I've never seen him before.. that was really creepy.. I just wanna get to Julien...'
I walked the rest of the way to the park and sat on a bench before ringing them.
"Hey! Are you here yet.. I met this weird guy at the convenience store and I still got goosebumps.!" I say
"Yea! I'm here, come over beside the swings" they reply.
I make my way over to the swings and see them swaying back and forth.
I dropped my bag against the pole and sat in the swing next to them. "It's been awhile" I chuckle.
They look over smiling, "yea.."
The night went on and we ended up watching a movie behind the slides on his laptop, needless to say it made me forget about everything that has been going on lately, and just being with my best friend made me feel 100x better than laying in bed while my dad drunkly yells at the TV.
Y/n is 19 year old Senior in high school who is particularly quiet but that's only because she always takes the time to write in her notebook filled with.. thoughts about someone imparticular, but its not who you expect it to be…
â—‡There is a age gap in this book so if you are not ok with that or if it makes you uncomfortable then you do not have to read, it's your choice.â—‡
Warnings: Sexual themes, Cursing, Age Gap, (bad writing.. :L )
I pressed the dark tip of my pencil into my notebook writing as fast as I could trying to remember any detail that I had stowed away in my brain of someone whom I not speak of to anyone but myself.
He was the only man that had ever made me feel things; things I had only felt when I was alone in my room... Just me and my thoughts, but one day he came along and all the other things... I was using for pleasure were replaced by the thought of him towering over me, his hand firmly gripping my neck as I turn a light shade of pink. I longed for his taste, his presence was even enough to have me ache.
I would get on my knees anytime of the day for this man.
The way I thought about him made it seem like I could just talk to him, as if I had been close to him for my whole life, but no, it is not as simple as you think. So for that reason I choose to keep to me and my notebook where I write all of my.. thoughts about him.
The loud bell struck me out of my thoughts and I began to get up snatching my jacket and notebook on the way. I shuffed as fast as I could down the hall and through the double door room.
My shoes squeaked on the gym floor calling the attention to the coach across the way.
"Early again?" He asked with his sarcastically cheerful voice.
A question he always asked ever since he noticed my excitement to be in his class, and something I would always respond with a shy nod. It wasn't my choice to be shy but when I was around him what more could I say?
I threw my things into the bleachers where everyone is ordered to do and took my spot on the floor begining to stretch.
Hello's flooded the room as more Students came in .
"Alrighty, Lets get this stupid roll call over. Jace?" he shouted.
"Here" I heard from across the gym.
I began stretching, my mind wondering as I did so. My eyes fell to his legs, and as I slowly came up from my stretch I continued up past his thighs.. his groin, and his toned stomach.
'Fuck..' I murmured playing it off as I had stretched a sore muscle.
"Y/n?"
I jerked my head up looking at coach who seemed disappointed.
I cleared my throat, "here, sorry!"
He raised an eyebrow, "Next time keep your damn ears open."
Even when he was mad I stayed attracted to him, in fact it only made the thought of him pressing me against the wall harshly with pure lust more prominent. The things he could do when he was angry were unthinkable...
---
"I want you to sweat your balls off!" He shouted.
I thrusted my legs forward going as fast as I could. Not only for Coach but for my dad... he has been wanting me to join some sort of sport and that requires me to be good in gym so I did exactly that.
"Alright- the bell is going to ring in a few minutes, keep running until it rings! I dont care if you'll be late to class!"
I continued running, the sweat forming in every area it could. I was going to smell foul, but luckily after 2 years of being in his gym class I know to store away deodorant and perfume in my locker.
The bell rang once again and everyone rushed for the bleachers grabbing their things.
I shoved through the crowd and managed to hook my jacket on my finger before throwing it over my shoulder and hurrying to my locker.
I put on something that would hide my smell and walked through some perfume before putting on my jacket and speeding down the almost empty hall.
As I jogged to history class it felt like something was missing...
Did we have history homework? It cant be my history book, it's in class as always... wait.
"Shit" I whisper yell.
I ran back down the hall and turned a corner going through the lockers and into the gym where I stood halt.
Chills ran up my spine and goosebumps traveled across my body... what was standing in front of me was of my worst nightmares.
He looked up from my book with a astonished look.
Maybe he didn't read it, maybe he just glanced at it... maybe..
"I-" I couldn't even get words to come out, only small whimpers.
This is so bad.. What the hell do i do now.?
"Follow me for a moment Miss. L/N" He stated.
This was the most serious I'd ever heard him.
This cannot be happening...
"B-but I need to get to cl-"
He looked up and me shutting my book tightly and bringing it to his side, "Now please.
Shit! No...
I followed him as he walked, he was alot scarier than I thought he would be, but then again I always thought of what he was like during sex instead of real life situations like this... I never thought that he would find my vulgar description of him like this, once again I foreseen it in less of a real situation.
I was an idiot for bringing it to school, it should have stayed in my closet where it belongs.
Negan shut the door and locked it.
"I-... I'm sorry.." tears began to form in my eyes, I was probably going to get expelled and my parents would find out and the whole school would know that I'm a perverted freak.
"Don't be sweetheart. Although I never seen you as such a dirty freak I knew there was something up with you, I mean common your so goddamn quiet." He trailed on, "but I didn't expect this-" he waved my book around before placing it on his desk.
"I- I can explain.."
"No need, I'm honestly flattered" he chuckled taking a seat in his plush office chair.
My eyes grew wide and I frantically searched his face for something other than seriousness.
Flattered? How, Why??
He leaned back, "Com'on, dont tell me you've never read them back. This shit right here-" he tapped his finger on my notebook, "is damn good!".
My eyebrows furrowed now looking down to his feet unsure of what to say.
"So.. Quiet.." He trailed on running his tongue across his teeth.
I shivered as his voice deepened. I was flattered to know my writing was exceptional.. and if I wasn't delusional I'd think he was flirting with me right now.
He picked up the book and opened up to a random page; glancing up to me he began to read.
I held my breath, "Please,.. Don't. I'm sorry I'll throw it away.. It won't ever happen again." I reached for the book but he pulled back holding it to his chest.
"Ah, ah ah." He Tsked.
I swallowed a lump in my throat and stepped back watching him slowly pull the book back down to read again.
"This is some freaky shit." He spat with a immodest tone. "I mean if I didn't know any better I'd think this belonged to a fucking psycho." He chuckled.
"Are you a psycho Miss L/N?" he asked leaning forward his elbows now resting on his desk book still in hand.
I stared blankly, my mouth agape unable to speak.
He tilted his head and set the book down now rising from his seat. He strolled around the desk and stood in front of me.
"I won't ask again.." He trailed on, his voice deeper and more demanding.
I could feel my heart physically racing, and my hand began to shake.
"no.. Sir." I mumbled formally.
He looked down on me towering over me by at least 8 inches. He leaned down closer to my ear. "I'm sorry, I couldn't quite hear that."
I could feel his breath on my neck. My legs felt weak, and I was aware of every little thing happening around me.
"No." I spoke up.
I dared to look up; catching him as he came up from my ear with a smirk.
The door rattled with a knock and my heart sank.
He rolled his eyes now taking a firm grip on my shoulder slowly moving me just behind the door. He lifted a finger to his lips before opening the door to cover me.
"Have you seen Miss. Y/n L/n? This was her last class and she hasn't came into Mrs. Jaco's class yet"
He cleared his throat, "She had left her book in gym class, I was expecting her to come retrieve it but she hasn't, so no, I haven't seen her".
"Hmm. That just doesn't seem like her, ya know?"
"Yea, let me know if you find her so I can give her this book of hers"
"Oh I can take it to her so its easier." The woman sounded cheery.
I could feel his panic from here. She had stepped slightly into the office but before anything he moved to close the door a bit with a awkward chuckle.
"No, it's fine I know her Dad, I'll just give it to him" he replied.
He knows my dad?!
"Oh, alright then. I will be sure to send her down when I find her then" the woman said cheerfully before I heard her heels clacking down the hall.
