A/N: I do NOT own or profit from these characters or this work of fiction. I hope everyone enjoys this new AU I started writing! Let me know what you think! I'm still working on "Hurt" and will have a new chapter posted today some time, so don't worry! Thanks! Also, all mistakes are my own, I edit my own work, so sorry!

BPOV

Beth Greene heard the whole class go quiet, which was a rarity, and lowered the book she'd been reading. She was surprised when she saw who was standing in the door way and almost dropped her book but managed to catch it awkwardly with her fingertips. No one made a peep as Daryl Dixon walked into the AP English 10 classroom. As he scanned the room Beth's eyes darted around quickly and she noticed the only empty seat was right next to her.

Dixon seemed to notice the same thing and she watched as his broad shoulders tensed before he started very deliberately heading that way. She quickly averted her eyes when he sat down and she tried to go back to reading, not wanting to draw attention to herself. But as her eyes scanned the page over and over again she realized it was futile. She couldn't begin to make sense of the typed letters that looked like a foreign language at the moment.

Luckily, the teacher, Mrs. Ingles, decided it was time to get class started and called for everyone's attention in her sharp, stern voice. As she turned to write on the dry erase board she told everyone to get out their notebooks and write a page based on the phrase "When it rains, it pours".

As Beth opened her binder she felt a slight tap on her shoulder, looking up in surprise she saw Daryl looking at her. His dark blue eyes were narrowed and she noticed dark circles under them, like he hadn't slept in a while. The whites were a pinkish color and his spiky black lashes only made that more apparent.

"Can I borrow a pencil?" He asked in a deep, gravelly voice.

His voice reminded her of the way someone sounded after sleeping for a while, like it hadn't been used in a long time. Maybe it hadn't, Daryl wasn't much of a talker, at least, not when it came to her.

Beth noticed a few people looking their way with curious stares but she ignored the looks as she reached into her white knit bag and began to rummage around. She pulled out a few small pouches before she finally found the one with pens in it. She pulled out a black ballpoint pen and held it up with a raised brow. When Daryl nodded she smiled and handed it to him, his fingers lightly touching hers.

"Thanks, Greene." He said in his deep voice before turning away and beginning to write.

Beth felt her cheeks heat up and realized she was blushing because Daryl Dixon said her last name. She shook her head slightly, her ponytail moving lightly against her back, and turned her attention back to the assignment. As she wrote, she let her thoughts wander, and they quickly wandered to the person sitting beside her. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and saw he had his head bent, concentrating on his own assignment.

She took the opportunity to turn her head slightly and get a better view. She didn't look directly at him but she carefully studied his profile. His brown hair hung over his eyes and he made no motion to brush it away. His face had a rugged appearance, added to by the scruff on his chin. She liked the way his lips looked, firm but soft. And oh, how soft they were.

As her mind drifted into thoughts about his mouth, thoughts she shouldn't be having at school, sitting next to him, she tried to remember where people had said he'd been the past few months. She vaguely remembered hearing a rumor about juvie or something like that. Not like it mattered, not when she was fantasizing about the way his breath would caress the skin of her throat, her chest, her abdomen. His lips would lightly caress her thighs, barely touching, teasing.

When she heard a throat clear lightly she blinked rapidly and realized Dixon was staring right at her, his head tilted to the side and his brow furrowed. Her face felt like it was on fire as she quickly looked away and she knew that her cheeks were a bright red and it was a tie between embarrassment and arousal.

Beth wanted to cover her face or hide under her desk. Maybe even fall through the floor. He'd so caught her checking him out. Oh, God, had her thoughts been written on her face? Did he know that she'd been lusting after him?

Risking a glance back at him, she noticed that he wasn't looking at her anymore but his lips were pressed into a firm line and his eyes looked dark and angry, the skin around them pulled tight. She turned back to her assignment and tried to ignore him before she did something stupid.

The bell finally rang, a shrill screech that she really hated, and Beth stood up to say something to him, anything. But before she could he was throwing her pen on her desk and leaving the room, people rushing to get out of his way. The look on his face letting them know he wasn't waiting for them, he'd just run them over if he had to.

DPOV

Daryl hated being at this place, another government building, he was always avoiding government buildings. He was beginning to really hate government buildings. And worse, he shouldn't be at this place. He was nineteen and would've graduated last year if not for his brother, Merle. Merle had screwed up his own life and here Daryl was letting Merle screw his up as well. Walking into that room had felt like torture, all those people staring, all the whispers.

Every single one of them had stopped to stare, even Beth Greene, who he'd believed at one point to be better than that. When he'd asked her for a pencil she'd been nice, though. She'd even looked worried that she'd only had a pen but smiled when Daryl had nodded. Then when he'd been writing that stupid paper he'd felt eyes on him and looked up to see those big blue eyes staring at him.

He'd tried to get her attention without anyone noticing, for his sake and hers, and when he did she'd acted like it was the worst thing in the world. Turning away and hiding her face. Of course, perfect Beth Greene wouldn't want to get caught staring at white trash, much less a Dixon, they were lower than low. That sort of thing could ruin you in this town.

He'd been angry at himself, but not sure why, then he'd been angry at Beth because she thought she was too good. She thought she was too pure, too clean, for a dirty Dixon, and she was right. The last three months had proven that, wether she knew it or not. As soon as the bell rang he'd ran out of there, not wanting to hear any of the comments he knew were already being made.

As he started walking down the road, heading home, he heard the sound of an engine speeding up and then slowing down next to him. When he looked over he saw perfect Beth Greene sitting behind the wheel of a silver Toyota Camry. He glared at her as she rolled the passenger window down, hoping she'd just move on.

"Want a ride?" She asked in her cotton candy voice.

When he just continued to glare at her she pulled the car over to the side of the road and got out. He stopped walking because, despite being a Dixon, he tried to be a gentleman and gentlemen didn't leave ladies standing on the side of the road. And Beth Greene was definitely a lady.

"Just get in the car." She said with her hands on her hips.

He tilted his head and crossed his arms over his chest, knowing he could out wait her.

"Get in the damn car, Dixon." She said in a frustrated voice.

He almost laughed at her cursing but managed to keep a straight face.

"What for, Greene?" He asked, feeling irritated. "Ain't you scared to be seen with me still? What about your precious Jimmy?"

"Don't do this here, Daryl. Not now." She said in a sad voice.

"Why? Why not here, Beth?" His voice raised as he walked towards her. "You sure as hell were worried about people finding out six months ago. Knowing you let a Dixon touch you. Kiss you. Fuck you."

"You left, Daryl. Without a single word. Just left. I broke up with Jimmy and I was comin' to tell you and your trailer was just empty!" She yelled at him.

Daryl stood there, feeling stunned, not knowing what to say about her revelation. He debated on whether he should tell her that Merle had been running from an old warrant. He really had left with no explanation but at the time he didn't think it'd matter to her.

She'd been dating Jimmy when Daryl had first ran into her at a party where he had been selling some stuff for Merle. He could still remember how she'd looked at him with her teary eyes, her hands holding a bottle of Jack. There was no judgement in her eyes, even though her knew she'd seen the exchange of money for the small baggy of pills. No, there had been only curiosity. The next words out of her mouth had shocked him.

*FLASHBACK*

"What do those make you feel like?" Beth asked in her choir girl voice.

When he'd just looked at her she stood up and walked his way.

"Do they make you feel good? Happy?" She asked him.

Daryl looked around the dark back porch, surprised she was talking to him when someone could walk up at any moment.

"Do you speak?" She raised her voice angrily and he scowled at her.

"What you want, girl?" He finally asked her.

"I want to know what those pills make you feel like." She said before sniffling.

"You don't wanna go down that road." Daryl told her.

"Who the hell are you to tell me what road I want to go down? You don't know a damn thang about me." Her accent got thicker as she got mad.

"You're drunk, Beth. You need to find your boyfriend and go home."

She scoffed and stepped closer to him. As she leaned in she glanced at his lips and his tongue ran across the bottom one.

"You don't know what I need, Daryl. But you can give it to me. I need to feel something." She whispered before pressing her lips to his.

Before he could do anything her hand reached down and grabbed him through his jeans. A groan escaped his throat, the pills he'd already taken, the same ones he'd sold to that kid, making it impossible to deny her.

*END FLASHBACK*

Daryl shook the memories away and forced himself to turn around and keep walking. He heard the slam of a door and the squeal of rubber on pavement before Beth Greene's car shot past him and down the road. His shoulders drooped, feeling heavy, but he kept walking, knowing Merle probably wasn't home and he'd have a chance to just chill