Negan really couldn’t understand how one kid could be so bad at baseball.

You had been so desperate to join the high school baseball team, and he had agreed to meet with you after school to see what skills you had.

… Turns out, you had zero skills.

You had barely been able to hit any of the balls he threw your way, and the ones you did hit were fouls. You sucked at catching, and somehow, you were even bad at pitching.

He felt bad, seeing how desperate you were to join the team, and while he was trying to help you, he really was at the end of his rope with it.

“Kid, c’mon, just… just look at how I’m throwing the ball and copy it, alright?” He tried to keep the irritation out of his voice, although there was no hiding how exasperated he sounded.