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The Bullhead made is descent down towards the landing pad to allow its occupants to hop off. "Thanks for the lift," Coco told the pilot giving him a thumbs up. "Good to be back here at Beacon." The rest of Team CFVY hopped out as well followed by the rest of the honorary Huntsman. "Good work out there people."
"Thanks for coming with," Michonne thanked. "Sometimes numbers can make the difference in a situation like that."
"No problem," Coco told her. The young woman looked at Dwight. "We all made it back alive. Looks like I won't have to do anything I'd regret after all." She looked to her team. "Come on gang! Time to hit up that new store in downtown Vale!"
"What did she mean by that?" Laura asked him. "By not having to do anything she'd regret?"
"Our…'condition'," Dwight told her, not knowing what else to call it besides that.
"You told her about walkers?" Laura questioned. He could tell she wasn't exactly privy to that being well known.
"No," he put her worrying to rest. "Just that we were sick and that if any of us died to destroy our brains. Nothing about the exact details, I didn't want to alarm her."
"Smart thinking," Magna backed him.
"Wouldn't bode well for another break out to happen here," Michonne agreed as well.
"Yeah, well in case any of you hadn't noticed this place isn't exactly a world filled with lollipops, and sugar flakes, and unicorns fucking leprechauns," the voice of Negan spoke from a distance. "They got some pretty bad news here themselves."
"Shouldn't you be someplace else?" Dwight asked him. "Like handing over your weapon?"
"What?" Negan asked. "I can't take a little time to talk to the people I fought alongside with? Where's the fucking camaraderie?"
"I seem to remember you going off on your own," Michonne quipped fixing Negan with a sideways glance. "Unless you're referring to when we fought as enemies?"
"Tch," Negan scoffed, as he walked away towards Beacon. "What the fuck ever. I tried."
"Looks like someone's in a sour mood," Yumiko whispered to Magna, who replied with: "Yup."
"Try not to think about him," Michonne advised the two other girls. "You'll have a happier live that way."
"Cheers to that," Dwight said, smiling slightly. "I suppose we should go and find Rick. God knows that he would want to know about just how dangerous these Grimm are."
"I'll do it," Michonne offered. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I could use a nap after that fight." Now that was something that they could all agree on.
"Do you really think it will help?" Jaune asked his partner as they walked through one of the halls of Beacon. Combat class with Professor Goodwitch had just let out, and Jaune had once again performed…less than exceptional. "I mean I already train one on one with you, so would a tutor really help?"
Pyrrha gave a smile. "It never hurts to have a second opinion," she advised. "And that doesn't mean we have to stop our one on one, you could treat this like an extracurricular of sorts."
"So…more school work then?" Jaune asked with a slight groan.
"Only if you think of it that way," she replied. "And from what I heard this tutor is new, so perhaps it will be an experience for you both."
"Yeah, maybe," Jaune agreed. "Just as long as they aren't as strict as Goodwitch we should be good. I really can't take another one of those glares. Have you seen them? They're like knives! Like literal knives!"
Pyrrha laughed lightly. "I don't believe I've been on the receiving end before."
"Lucky you," Jaune said as he knocked on the door of the new combat tutor. "Oh, well looks like nobody's there," he concurred once the door did not open immediately. "Guess we'll just have to-,"
"Yes?" A new voice asked from the now open door. He was a tall man with a full black beard and wore his hair done up in a man bun. He wore dark jeans and a black tee shirt. "Can I help you?"
"Are you the combat tutor?" Pyrrha inquired.
"That would be me," he confirmed. "My name's Paul Monroe, but most people just call me Jesus."
"Why's that?" Jaune asked.
Jesus looked a bit perplexed at first. "I guess that makes sense you haven't heard of him. Back where I'm from he's kind of a big deal. I just happen to look like him."
"Big deal as in his dad is a big shot?" Jaune asked.
"Oh, like you wouldn't believe." Jesus said, seemingly smiling to himself like he knew an inside joke. "But what can I do for you?"
"Well, I guess I just wanted to stop by…well I'm not exactly the best fighter here, so…you see I figured…," Jaune tried to form a sentence.
"I think my partner is trying to say that he would like some help is all," Pyrrha kindly supplied for him.
"Uh, yeah," Jaune agreed. "What she said."
"Well I'm free right now if you want," Jesus offered, opening his door all the way for them to enter. Foam mats were positioned all over the room, along with foam dummies as well. One of the walls was comprised totally of mirrors giving it a very dojo vibe to it. The only thing missing was a brass gong. Jaune looked to his left and saw a very out of place gong sitting there. "That kind of came with the room," Jesus told him. "So what did you need help with?"
Where didn't he need help with. "Well uh, Pyrrha is actually helping me use my weapon better, but if I lost that then…you know," Jaune said.
"So hand to hand then?" Jesus asked.
"Uh, yeah. That."
"Well then, you came to the right place," Jesus said as he walked over to one of the mats. "Considering it is my job to help you, we can get started right away." Jaune sheepishly stood on the opposite end of the mat from Jesus. "Why don't you show me your fighting stance?" Jaune spread his legs apart and bent at the knees, bringing his arms up mid-way to his chest. "Not too bad," Jesus observed as he examined his form. "But," Jesus said raising Jaune's arm's higher. "This way it's easier to protect your face."
"Makes sense," Jaune said not too enthusiastically.
"Now throw a punch at me," Jesus instructed, standing in front of Jaune. Swallowing a notable gulp, Jaune did as was instructed and shot his right fist forward. Jesus instantly caught the punch. "What now?" Jaune acted on instinct and threw his left fist forward. Jesus caught that with ease as well. "What about now?"
"Uhh…" Jaune trailed. There were always his legs. Jaune went for a kick, but as his leg was in motion, Jesus stepped forward and tripped him up. Falling backwards, Jaune was surprised when he did not hit the mat. He looked to see Jesus still holding onto both his fists.
"Not bad," Jesus said with a smile.
"What do you mean?" Jaune asked. "You had that in the bag. I wasn't really a challenge."
"You thought fast," Jesus told him, letting go. "When plan A didn't work, you went to plan B, and then C. I say those are signs of a strategic mind. In a life or death situation, that very well could be all the difference in the world."
"Wow," Jaune said, a bit off guard from the complement. "I never really thought about it like that."
"I think that's what Professor Ozpin believes," Pyrrha backed Jesus. "He saw that you have it in you."
"Huh," Jaune muttered, a bit flustered with the praise. "I mean-I guess so. Brains over brawn any day right?" He laughed a bit. "But being able to fight like a pro would be pretty awesome too."
"Then pivoting more at your hips when you punch, might be a good way to start," Jesus/Pyrrha said simultaneously. They both looked at each other and blinked twice in confusion.
"Jinx?" Jaune asked.
After a few more tips and tricks from Jesus, the two Team JNPR members thanked the man for his time, and promised to stop by again if they ever needed any more help. "He seemed like a lively fellow," Pyrrha commented as they walked.
"No kidding," Jaune agreed. "Him and Ren could probably make like a ninja tag team duo or something."
"Like in a comic book?" Pyrrha asked.
"It could happen," Jaune told her. "But I think you were right Pyrrha, that did help."
"Anything for a friend," she said with a smile. That changed when she got a contemplative look. She and Jaune were alone at the moment. She remembered her talk with the one man, Negan, about how she shouldn't be hesitant to make a first move. "If you want, I could also help you pick out a suit for that dance that's coming up. If you wanted?"
"Huh?" Jaune was surprised by the sudden change of topic. "Yeah, that would be awesome." Pyrrha let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"Any thoughts of who you wanted to go with?"
"Well there's Weiss," Jaune said. Pyrrha deflated a little. "But I mean her and Neptune might be a thing so…I have no idea."
"Oh," she said feeling a bit of hope. "No one's asked me yet either. It's never too late."
"Oh come on," Jaune said as oblivious as ever. "If you don't have a date to the dance I'll wear a dress."
"Do I get to pick the dress?" Pyrrha asked with a teasing smile.
Jaune shrugged. "As long as shows off my curves and doesn't make my butt look big."
The Next day
"*cough, cough*" Glynda tried to stifle her cough after taking a sip of her coffee. She was currently in the staff room planning today's activities for her last class via her scroll. It would be a lot easier to do if she didn't have to keep coughing and blowing her nose every two minutes, but that was to be expected when one has a cold. Ozpin had insisted that she take the day off, but without a substitute she had no choice.
She had considered asking Mr. Grimes, but the man was currently being fitted for a robotic hand imported from Atlas. And all the tutors had meetings with students at the exact same time as her class, so they were out of the picture. But it was just one more class and then the day was over. After that she could rest and get back to full health once again.
Bringing up her scroll once more she examined what she had already planned out. Sparring practice once again. She could randomize teams or individuals, or she could have it all planned out ahead of time. Or she could- "Ughh!" she clutched her head as she felt a headache coming on. "Great." From the corner of her eye she saw the door to the lounge open. Instead of the usual sight of Port or Oobleck she was greeted with another sight.
"Geez, you look like shit," Negan told her as he leaned casually against the wall.
"Go. Away." She really didn't feel like dealing with him right now.
"Hostile much?" he asked, still in the lounge.
"What are you doing here?" She demanded, pushing her glasses up. "This is the teachers lounge."
"Really?" he asked in mock ignorance. "I had abso-fucking-lutely no idea. I thought this was the bathroom." She narrowed her eyes at him. "What? This is a big ass campus. A guy can easily get lost."
"If you're looking for a bathroom its out and to the left," she informed him. "Now please if you would be so kind as to leave. I have a lesson to plan. Cough, cough! "
"You sick or something?" Negan asked.
"No. Cough! It's nothing. Cough!" Well that made it hard for a convincing argument. "Just a slight cough is all."
"Riiiight," Negan drawled. "I'm going to call bullshit on that one."
"Is there a reason you're still here?" She asked, just wishing that he would leave.
"No." He admitted as much. "Buuuut, I do now. To offer upon you my service. And I don't just mean the sexual kind. Although that offer is on the table just so you know."
"And why would I accept your help?" Glynda asked, a bit irate. "And with what?"
"Why, teaching your class of course!" Negan said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"No," came her instant response.
"Oh come on!" Negan said. "At least hear me out and consider it." He waited to see if she would say something, and when she did not he continued. "I seem to remember mentioning before that I used to be a motherfucking coach. I got experience working with kids shooting out of my ass like a soft serve machine. Kids can learn a thing or two from me."
"Alright," she said. "I've considered it. And my answer is still no." She coughed again, much louder than before.
"Look," Negan said. "You're a woman of rules. I can respect the absolute fuck out of that. Hell, I'll even stick to a plan if you have one." He gave her a lopsided grin. "C'mon. everyone needs some time off once and a while. Take the rest of the fucking day. I'm sure your headmaster would say the exact same fucking thing."
"…"
"…"
"…sigh this last class, and you will stick to what I have assigned. Do you understand?"
"Crystal fucking clear." Negan smiled.
Later that day
"Blake, hurry up we don't want to be late!" Weiss' voice tore Blake away from her scroll. She had become so enraptured in her search for any activity involving Torchwick or the White Fang that the concept of time slipped her mind.
"Right," she said a bit sluggishly as she jumped off her bed. "Coming." It wouldn't do well to be late to one of Goodwitch's classes. Especially for her; Blake had been rather quite in class and being late could get her called to the front for a match she didn't have the energy to fight.
Luckily the girls arrived just before the late bell rang and were able to grab seats next to Team JNPR, with Emerald and Mercury from Haven sitting behind them. "Yo peeps!" Yang greeted their friends. "How's it Yanging?"
"Better now!" Nora happily said as her friends sat down. "Goodwitch can't yell at us this class."
"Why's that?" Ruby asked curiously.
"Because she's not teaching the class today," Nora told them, smiling like a child.
"Then who is?" Weiss asked as she looked down into the sparring arena to see a new man in a leather jacket down there.
Nora leaned in closely to excitedly whisper. "I heard from Pyrrha, he's a love guru!"
"Hey I know who that is!" Ruby said catching sight of who the man was.
"You know the love guru?" Yang asked her younger sister.
"Uh-huh I helped him design his weapon. Although I wouldn't call him a love guru."
"What would you call him?" Weiss asked.
"Yang, you know how when Uncle Qrow drinks too much and he starts saying all that potty language?"
"Yeah?" Yang asked, excited where this was going.
"He's kinda like that only every other word," Ruby recalled his foul mouth.
Yang grinned mischievously. "Then that means we might be able to get away with saying-,"
"Fuck," Negan spoke from down in the sparring circle looking up at everyone. "Looks like we got a full fucking house today!"
"See what I mean?" Ruby asked, already covering her ears after the first swear.
"Oh yeah!" Yang said, a bit more excited than she ought to be.
"Is this an act he's trying to keep up or something?" Blake asked not at all amused by his vocabulary.
"He isn't seriously our teacher today is he?" Weiss asked. She seemed the most perturbed by his rather colorful language. "This has to be a prank or something!"
"I don't think so," Jaune leaned back in his seat to throw in his two cents.
"Well isn't this just a sight for sore fucking eyes?!" Negan looked around at all the students. "This almost brings back some fond memories. Almost but not fucking quite. But it does tingle my spine and tickle my balls in a most auspicious manner." Some students were trying not to laugh outright at his carefree speech, while others (Weiss) looked at him with disgust at his unprofessionalism.
"I guess I should introduce myself. It would be pretty fucking rude if I didn't. Hi. I'm Negan. And you all must be the porkknuckers I'll be teaching today. But as long as I'm here feel free to call me Coach."
"Ooh, he has a nickname," Nora said to Ren. "Do you think he'll give us nicknames too?"
"He very well could," Ren adamantly admitted.
"I hope mine is Miraculous Pancake!"
"Tell you all what," Negan said. "Why doesn't everybody come down here for a minute? Time for a group activity." Whispering broke out as they all stood up and made their way down into the arena. "Now that we're all together, everyone give me twenty fucking push-ups."
"Huh?" the whole class seemed to ask.
"Push-ups. Fucking twenty of them. Not that fucking hard to understand." His once jovial persona had been replaced by one that brokered no tone for disagreement. "I don't have to fucking repeat myself do I? You're all getting graded for this shit, so I don't want to hear it."
The mention of being graded was even enough for Weiss to get down and start the exercise. For some like Cardin and the larger boys they were able to finish in no time alongside Yang, but for people like Jaune, Ruby, and even Weiss to an extent had difficulty when they felt a burning in their muscles. "Goodbye cruel world," Jaune said as he collapsed just after his twentieth. "For you have forsaken me."
"I-pant pant-could really do a glass of milk right about now," Ruby huffed as she finished and collapsed.
"And-huff huff-a glass of iced tea," Weiss suggested as she too finished the exercise.
"What are you all doing around lying around like a bunch of fucking drunks in a piss water alley?" Negan said as he stared down at them.
"Do you know my uncle?" Ruby asked.
"No," Negan told her. "But I do know that you're doing jumping jacks next."
"I'm finished with my jumping jacks coach!" Nora said doing a few more for good measure. "What's my prize?!"
"Sit-ups," Negan replied. "Get the fuck to it Bubbly."
"Yes!" Nora exclaimed as she got down next to Ren for sit ups. "I got a nickname for realzies!"
"Good for you Nora." Ren replied in his usual monotone.
Ruby, like a majority of the class quickly became exhausted as the workout continued. She thought it was going to go on all class until Weiss finally spoke up. "Excuse me," she said with bit of an irate tone.
"What the fuck is it?" Negan casually asked.
"I understand that you're a substitute but this is an actual combat class," Weiss pointed out. "Are we going to actually fight?"
"Hmm," Negan mulled it over. "That is an excellent fucking point Snow White! Enough of the work out!" A majority of the class all sighed in relief. "Who wants to be the first person in a match?"
Pyrrha raised her hand. "It would be my pleasure uh, Coach."
"Fan-fucking-tastic!" Negan praised. "The first person we got is the one who I was told is allowed to take on an entire team herself! So, who shall it be?" no one seemed too willing to volunteer. "Are you fucking serious? Do I have to einey, meenie, minney, mo this shit?"
"We'll do it," Cardin volunteered his team.
"Sold to the future boy band in the back!" Negan called them up. "All of you other fuckers get your asses back up in the stands and let's let our champions fight."
Both Team CRDL and Pyrrha both went to their locker rooms and changed into their normal combat clothing. Pyrrha took to one end of the arena, while the four boys took to the other. Negan listened as cries of "Go Pyrrha!" Came from the stands along with one "Break their legs!" this Pyrrha girl sure seemed to be a fan favorite. The future boy band on the other hand didn't receive any real shouts of encouragement from their peers however.
"Well what the fuck are you waiting for?" Negan asked the combatants. "Fucking fight already."
Team CRDL made a straight Hail Mary towards Pyrrha, who kept a defensive stance at first, until the boys got closer. That was when she moved. She ducked under Cardin's mace swing, which ended up hitting a kid named Russell instead. As another strike came her way, she slid between her opponents, and used her shield to knock their legs out from under them.
Cardin swung his mace down, but Pyrrha was faster than his strike and rolled out of the way. Milo transforming into a gun, for her to fire off two shots; both of which striking Cardin dead on. Fuck, this girl is good, Negan thought as watched her fight with pinpoint accuracy. Every swing she took was to either to deflect an attack, or to land one of her own. The four boys could not seem to land a single hit on her even when her shield was elsewhere. Either this chick is cheating or she really is that good.
Sword clashed with spear, mace met with shield, high heeled boot hit the face of the boy named Dove, sending him out of the arena limits. "Out of bounds!" Negan shouted at him. "Get your ass up to your seat."
More blows were traded, none of them actually landing on Pyrrha. Russell had taken to fighting her one on one, a stupid fucking move if you would ask Negan, but the boy didn't seem to be thinking about that. He should maybe have waited for the rest of his team to come and back him up. He didn't. Russell jumped and sent a few kicks at her, but they were blocked by her shield.
Now it was her turn to attack. Using both her spear and shield, Pyrrha knocked aside both of Russell's blade swords and dropped down suddenly to perform a spin that knocked his legs out from under him. "You're out!" Negan gestured with his thumb for him to go into the stands and to his seat. It was just two on one now, and Pyrrha was still going strong.
Cardin reared his mace back, and in the process actually hit his own teammate, sending the other boy to the ground. As the boy, sky, tried to rise, Pyrrha struck with a few shots fired from her spear/gun. As she proved so far, she was a competent shot as they each found their mark on their target. "You got got!" Negan commentated as the match came down to the final two.
Negan tried his best to keep his eyes focused on the fight, but it was fast. So fast he could barely comprehend what happened and how. Cardin made the first move to strike that was for sure, but Pyrrha was the one who had the advantage. Somehow both had ended up airborne, and Pyrrha put her spear around Cardin's neck as she traveled back to the ground. "Ho-ly fuck," Negan uttered when the dust settled and Pyrrha stood, Cardin was somehow okay, but clearly unable to fight any longer.
"And we have a winner!" Negan said as he made his way into the arena. Taking a hold of Pyrrha's hand he held it up high. "Are you not entertained?!" A round of applause ensued as well as more admiration for Pyrrha. "My-my time fucking flies when you're having fun. I think we only have time for one more fight. Any fucking volunteers?"
A boy with gray hair raised his hand. "I'll do it."
"Now that's what I fucking like to see!" Negan said as he beckoned the boy down. "What's your fucking name son?"
"Mercury," the boy replied as he stood.
"Now how about a volunteer for the boy, huh?"
"Actually," Mercury said. "I want to fight…her." He pointed at Pyrrha.
"Me?" she asked.
"She just got done with a fucking fight," Negan told the boy. "Pick someone else."
"No, it's fine!" Pyrrha agreed. "I'd be happy to oblige."
Mecrury made his way down into the area with a bit of a strut that Negan found that he didn't really like. The boy was giving off a very cocky edge to him. Looking down he saw what looked like gauntlets on the boys boots. Those must be his weapons. These people have a fucking imagination on them that's for damn sure.
Making his way out of the arena, Negan passed Pyrrha as she took to her end. He leaned over and whisper to her: "Sweep the leg."
"But, Coach-," she began.
"No mercy," he told her.
Once both opponents were ready Negan gave them to go ahead. Pyrrha landed the first hit when she swept Mercury's leg out from under him with Milo. Fucking nice. Mercury recovered quick and sprang back into position and took to the offensive. A series of jump kicks had Pyrrha blocking them with her shield, but being pushed back from the force of the strikes.
She eventually pushed Mercury away with her shield, but he managed to catch himself before he hit the ground. He was actually doing pretty good against her compared to the last group. Mercury went for a spin kick and actually managed to knock Milo out of Pyrrha's grasp. She raised her shield but another kick sent that away as well.
It looked like someone was actually about to land a blow on the so far untouchable warrior. That was why it came as a shock as Mercury's boot missed her by just a hair leaving the boy with a very thoughtful expression.
Taking this opportunity to her advantage, Pyrrha retrieved her fallen weapons, and raised her shield as Mercury planted both boots on it and fired off backwards towards the other end of the arena. Pyrrha made a dash for her opponent, but Mercury ended the match with two words: "I forfeit."
With eyes wide, Pyrrha ran right past Mercury as she came to a halt. "You…don't even want to try?"
"Yeah?" Negan asked as he walked out. "What the fuck kid don't blue ball the audience like that."
"What's the point?" Mercury shrugged. "She's a world renowned fighter, we're obviously leagues apart." The bell rang signaling the end of class.
"I hope you know you're getting a fat fucking zero for today," Negan told Mercury who was already walking out.
"Oooh, I forgot to mention," Mercury said in a tone full of condescension. "I'm visiting from Haven, not actually a student here. Sooo…yeah I'll just be on my way out." He left alongside a green haired girl.
"Cocky fuck," Negan said to himself and to Pyrrha who was still in the arena. "All of you go hit the locker room."
Boys locker room
"Ugh!" Jaune groaned as he changed into his regular attire alongside Ren. "That workout has me feeling sore all over."
"It would seem even with Goodwitch out for the day, we were still given the proper exercise," Ren said, seemingly less sore than Jaune.
"I don't get how Nora was able to keep up with all the sets," Jaune said putting his hoodie on.
"Her grandmother was crazy strong," Ren said. "She told me."
The door to the locker room opened with a band as Negan came walking in looking none too happy. "Alright boys hold it down," Negan said as he got their attention. "I found the closest thing to a cherry Ringpop, which is fucking delicious by the way!" he held up the candy. "And also this steroid syringe in the shower, which means one of you chuggernuts here is juicing, and we're not leaving here until we find out who!"
Negan had them all line up as he panned by. The last boy in line was almost as tall as he was and was lifting two weights at a time. "Arc! Front and fucking center!" Negan called Jaune forward.
"Uh, um…here coach," Jaune said.
"I fucking see that," Negan said as he handed him a plastic cup. "Now go in the bathroom and fill this up with your piss."
"My…pee?" Jaune asked.
"Your piss in the cup, now." Negan said as Jaune scampered into the bathroom. With Jaune gone for the moment Negan turned to the remaining boys. "Really boys? Fucking really?!" He walked down the line up of boys. "Fucking steroids?! Un-fucking-believable!"
"Uh, coach," Jaune said coming back from the bathroom. "I uh, can't make the pee come out."
"Son of a motherfuck!" Negan stormed up to Jaune, towering over him. "Now you fucking listen to me: you are going to go in there and fill this cup up with your piss, or I swear to the almighty fuck I'm going to stick a fire hose inside of you and you're going to have piss coming out of holes you didn't know you had!"
"…I think I have to pee now," Jaune said disappearing into the bathroom once more.
"Now," Negan said rolling a chalk board out. "Now do you fucktards have any fucking idea what stacking will do to your body?" he drew a stick figure on the board. "Look at that Michelangelo shit right there."
Negan began to draw circles and dots on the stick figures face. "Scat-dit da-diddly dit da da pizza factory!" he drew a triangle next. "Your back is going to look the Rocky's the Himalayans', and the Alps are making love!" the drew a bunch of bumps on the triangle. He turned back to the stick figure. "Then up front where your B bites are, you're going to get some big, supple, delicious Jennifer Love Hewett's going on." He began to draw a pair of breasts.
"And I mean supple," he began to draw nipples and everything. "They're fucking beautiful like this. And they wouldn't be lopsided like I made them here. No, they'd be perky like that, and all sweet fucking hallelujah."
"Uh, coach," Jaune came back with a full cup.
"Hand it here," Negan took the cup from Jaune. He sniffed it once, and much to everyone's disgust took a sip and spit it back. "You're clean." Jaune sighed in relief. "So what the fuck's it going to be boys?" Negan asked. "Am I going to have to test every single fucking one of you?" the large boy who had been lifting weights raised his hand. "What do you want Colomez?"
"I-it's me," he said. "I'm the kid whose been juicing."
"Son of a bitch," Negan said shaking his head. "You know what has to happen next right?"
Colomez was sentenced to serving juice to the elderly for the rest of the semester.
A/N: The next chapter will focus on more of the walking dead characters at beacon than just Negan, and will also lead into my own original arc. Did anyone spot the Karate Kid reference? And the last part of this chapter in the locker room is meant as a parody of Mad Tv's Coach Hines drug bust. Thank you for reading.