You were in your senior year in high school. You had a few admirers here and there in your year, however you weren’t interested in them at all. No, your eyes were on someone much older...

It had started at the last prom night. You’d shown up a little bit too tipsy, and had been taken aside by none other than the school’s sport coach, Negan Smith. He taught your P.E. class, and you may have had a bit of a crush on him… which you drunkenly blurted out. He didn’t say much about it at the time, but things changed from that point onwards.

There was always a lingering glance, an unnecessary touch between you two during class or any other time you saw him in passing. Eventually, the tension kept on building until it burst, and it ended with you two getting rather… close in his office. Since then, you’d secretly meet with him, and sneak in time alone during school hours.

Currently, it was your lunch period, and you were in the sports equipment storage room with him, making out.

“Better be careful, baby… don’t want to get us caught, now do you?” Negan teased as he pulled back from you to get his breath back, a taunting grin on his face as his hands squeezed your waist.