Hi Lovelies. I know I got some other stories to finish, but this seemed really fun. So It's basically a TWD 10 Things I hate about you remix. So think Shakespeare, meets the 90's, meets some random extra scenes. Plot will follow the tale with some mix and some obvious fun. I hope y'all enjoy this, it's been fun to write thus far.
...xoxo...
Daryl Dixon walked through the halls of of Alexandria Heights High on his first day. As a rising junior, he'd been a bit nervous about attending the prestigious Alexandria Heights High after being in public schools for all of his educational life. He'd hit the jackpot when he was 10, after living with a sociopath for a father, getting adopted by the Greene family. Hershel Greene was a kind farmer who had taken to the young Dixon, getting him out of the hell that was his childhood home and into a stable environment. Daryl's Pa always told him he'd amount to nothing, but his Pa was dead and Daryl was starting another year of High School at one of the best schools in the region. One of his teachers, Mrs. Niedermeyer had encouraged Hershel to put Daryl into the school, offering to find him scholarship funds. Hershel was pleased that Daryl was doing so well, acclimating to a world outside of hurt and hunger, and readily agreed to the proposition.
So, here he was, a scholarship kid on his first day looking like a total geek with his hair cut short in khaki pants and a black polo shirt (at Hershel and Maggie's insistence). His skin had taken on an almost peach color from working the farm all summer, plus the growth spurt that filled him out a considerable amount; Daryl looked almost grown, but slouched in an attempt to make himself seem smaller somehow. Walking through the large wooden doors of a castle turned high school he watched students saunter around the campus. After getting turned around at least three times, he finally made his way to the Headmaster's office. Headmaster Horvath was a surly fellow who laid down the rules and expectations for the young Dixon. Having heard it all before, Dixon grunted in acknowledgement,retrieving his 'welcome packet' and left in the capable hands of one Glenn Rhee, his 'buddy' for the day. Glenn, a cherubic faced Korean boy with fir toned skin and a one thousand watt smile greeted Daryl. Quickly, Glenn marched around the campus with Daryl on his heels describing each clique they passed.
"So Daryl, over there you have your basic beautiful people, unless they talk to you… don't bother. There are you jocks, with Abraham Ford as their ringleader. He's a nice guy just rough around the edges. The socialites, are led by Lori and Jessie, your run of the mill future Stepford wives types. You got your nerd and geeks together, obsession solidarity, am I right?" Glenn said smiling at Daryl as if he cared to discern the distinctions between nerds and geeks.
"I'm their co-captain or Number 2, you know like Riker from Star Trek." Glenn continued not bothering to let Daryl get a word in.
"And here, you have your misfits and misanthropes. They apparently have a lot in common with the darkness and all." Daryl watched the groups of students milla round one another, it was basically like his old public school but with shinier clothes and sunglasses that could feed an entire family where he came from.
"So, Daryl, where do you fit in?" Glenn asked with wrapped attention. He was trying to figure out this guy who was maybe too cool to be one of the geeks but too shy to be with the beautiful people, maybe he was a misanthrope, or he was none of those.
"S'pose I'll figure it out." Daryl said, looking at Glenn's hopeful face.
"Well while you do, you can join us. I travel between a couple groups as an ambassador of sorts, so just follow my lead." Glenn said walking towards his friends Tara, Eugene, and Theodore.
After greetings were exchanged the teens settled around discussing the upcoming comic convention as well as the potential of taking a trip to go to the party happening that Friday. Daryl sat in the background not really listening when he spotted her and felt his tiny heart grow ten sizes too big. She was walking with another pretty girl,one could only describe her as pretty since the apple of his eye was beautiful, splendid, fine as hell. Her friend wore a spaghetti strap tank and jean shorts, her raven hair in pigtails a very 90's touch in his opinion. The seemed to be giving her full attention to his girl, what was he thinking, he didn't even know this girl and he'd already had visions of them together at the movies or walking along this bougie ass campus hand in hand.
"Who'se that?" Daryl asked Glenn cutting him off from his deep dive into whether we, as in humans, were living in a simulation.
"Oh that's Rosita. She's one of the junior beautiful people." Glenn remarked.
"Not her. Who's the other one?" Daryl asked, watching her toned caramel leg slink against her floral babydoll dress of white and pink pastel flowers. Her shoulders glistening in the Georgia sun as she bounced along the path leading into the school. Her crown of hair braided into an actual crown, making her look regal and innocent. Daryl was floored when he glanced at her deep hazel eyes, which matched her skin, her cute nose and lips that were definitely meant for kissing.
"Oh, that's Sasha Williams and she's off limits." Glenn said taking him out of his musings.
"What you mean, off limits?" Tara jumped in "He means that the Williams sisters aren't in the dating pool. Sasha's a looker, but no one's allowed into her orbit."
"Well, why's that?" Daryl asked, but before Glenn could answer the sound of scuffling across the quad could be heard, raised voices came from behind the group sitting at their table, followed by the rushing of two women carrying a very large poster.
"Give it back you bitches" came the roaring voice of none other than the king of the socialites Philip Blake. In typical Blake fashion he glided across the quad, his brown Sperry top siders hitting the pavement as he made chase to the two culprits. The girls, both wearing black skinny jeans and tanks taunted Blake. "Give it back, now!" he roared, causing the girls to taunt him further.
"Give it back now." the blonde one whined. "What Blakey, you're having a tantrum cuz your diaper needs a change?" said the other girl with dreadlocks. They bounced as she wagged her imaginary tail at the tall young man. His blue eyes shining with disdain.
"Come and get it Blakey." the dreadlocked girl said before taking off with her compatriot in tow. Blake realizing he wasn't going to get his banner back, balled his hands into fists and walked out of the quad the way he came, red faced and raging.
Daryl watched the whole altercation with a small smirk on his face, whoever those two were, they were badass in his opinion. Glenn and Tara both glanced over at Daryl and said "That's why she's off limits."
"The guy?" he asked.
"No... Michonne." they said her name as if they'd conjure her up. Michonne, he thought, interesting name.
Before he could inquire further, Glenn offered "Michonne is Sasha's sister and a hard ass. Folks round here tend to stay away from the 'feminist hellbeast' at all cost."
Daryl still didn't understand why that'd be a problem. From the glimpse he had of her, she was an attractive girl, hot even, so why would it be a problem for her to get anyone. Glenn watched Daryl try to put the pieces together with a heavy sigh.
"You'll find out soon enough." he offered shaking his head and returning to the conversation at hand.
"Come in Ms. Williams" the school guidance counselor said. Ever the busy body, she lived for student gossip, using it as inspiration for her somewhat questionable young adult fiction novels. The novels were far too racy to be young adult, but Mrs. P gave no fucks, working on them during office hours.
Michonne sauntered into the office in her trademark tight skinny jeans and a tank top. This one had the words "feminist killjoy" plastered on the front in white bubble letters.
"Nice shirt Michonne." Mrs. Peltier noted, taking a moment to remember the outfit for a later scene between Brett and Laura, her characters in this iteration of 'high schoolers in lust'.
"Thanks Mrs. P. Why am I here?" Michonne said, taking a seat in front of her counselor, her ponytail bouncing a bit as she reclined. This was familiar, she'd been coming to Mrs. P's office for as long as she could remember, never being in trouble but having to 'check in' all the same.
"Someone brought to our attention that you and Ms. Harrison stole a large poster Mr. Blake was using for a fundraising event."
"We were protesting his sexist bake sale Mrs. P. He wanted to charge women 70 cents for every male dollar. Let's not even consider the fact that the gender binary is a perpetuation of patriarchal rule over the lived experiences of our gender nonconforming and gender fluid siblings. Plus, he didn't bake anything, they were store bought." Michonne said with indignation.
"Michonne, you can't just steal the poster cuz he didn't bake the stuff."
"Plus it was offensive. It looked infantile and was an eyesore."
"Michonne! Stay away from Philip Blake."
"I plan on it. Can I go now?" she said, to which Mrs. Peltier nodded shooing her like a petulant child.
"Can you stay out of this office for a whole week Michonne?"
"Mrs. Peltier! You know you'll miss my outfit selection. How else are you gonna dress Laura in her alluring skin tight jeans, that looked painted on." she said winking and leaving the office.
In the hallway Andrea greeted Michonne with a hug. "You in trouble?" the blonde asked, walking towards the parking lot.
"Carol loves me. She just wants me to stay out the office for a week." Michonne remarked to which Andrea nodded.
"Philip is such a snitch." Andrea said. "Yeah, he's worthless." Michonne remarked with a deep frown. She walked with Andrea to her car before making the treck to her pickup. Waiting in front of the truck was her sister.
"Sasha"
"Chonne." Sasha said, giving her the most severe eye roll this week.
"Need a ride?" Michonne asked, watching her sister decide.
"No actually, Philip offered to drive me and Rosita home." to which Michonne bristled. God, Philip Blake just couldn't keep is creepy paws off of her sister after everything.
"Whatever." Michonne said "Just be home before dinner, I'm sure dad won't be pleased if you're late because of Philip" Michonne sighed his name mocking her baby sister before revving her truck up and gassing it. Sasha watched her older sister drive off, wondering why she was such a bitch. Her musings coming to an abrupt end at the sound of Philips Audi pulling up, Rosita in the back seat. Sasha climbed inside as they took off to drive around for a few hours before she had to get home.
Morgan Williams watched his oldest daughter make her way around their ranch house she had grown up in had a few model upgrades thanks to his salary as a doctor. Mr. Williams, adored his Michonne, the smart tenacious young woman never worried him. His youngest however was testing his nerves with her coquettish ways and propensity for boys… boys, were trouble and as a OB who had delivered enough babies to teen mom's Morgan made rules he thought were fair to both girls. He didn't want Sasha to suffer socially, but to have her pregnant by one of those pissant prep school boys was a fear he harbored deeply. That's why the 'no dating' rule was in place. The front door opening and closing startled him from his musing. After greeting his babygirl the family of three sat down for dinner. After asking about their days Morgan followed up about the girls after school activities, and hopes for the coming weeks. Homecoming was happening soon and he knew Sasha wanted to go.
"Daddy, why can't I go?" she pouted.
"Because Princess those are the rules. No dating until you're 18." he said with finality.
"But Chonne got to date."
"And I found it to be both vapid and shallow Sasha. You're better off" Michonne noted, taking a dainty bite of her carrot.
"Exactly baby girl. Michonne is right."
"Why can't I do what she did." Sasha continued, wanting so badly to go to Homecoming. Rumor has it that Philip Blake intended to ask her and she for one wanted to say 'yes'. Philip was popular, well liked, and attractive, plus did she mention popular. A date with him would put her on the radar and upgrade her standing from pretty girl to part of the 'beautiful people'. She needed to go.
"What did you say honey?" Morgan asked, the wheels turning in his head. He'd figured it out, finally. If Michonne never dated, than either could Sasha. He could be a good father and also get exactly what he wanted, no babies until they were both out of his house and married.
Sasha huffed at her father and replied with attitude "I said, why can't I do what she does?"
"You're right Princess. You can date…" Sasha smiled her biggest and brightest smile, images of her in her homecoming dress flooding her mind. Walking on the arm of Philip Blake, this was it!
"Only if she does." Morgan finished with a satisfied smile. Taking a long sip of his water and biting into his carrots he felt victorious. This was perfect.
"But Dad…" Sasha began. "But Dad nothing Sasha. You're allowed to date, party, go out, only if and when Michonne does." Morgan noted. Sasha frowned at her sister to which Michonne shrugged.
"It'll never happen" she said.
"I'm just saving you from two years of hardship and mansplaining at the hands of airheads Sasha. You'll thank me someday."Michonne noted.
"Or never." Sasha said, watching her two least favorite people at the moment eat and carry on about some New Yorker article they just read. They were terrible, and she was going to get that date… somehow.