Daryl went through the first week of school getting better acquainted with Glenn and his squad. He'd have lunch with them at their table and would catch glimpses of one Sasha Williams as she sauntered around with her flock of girlfriends and admirer alike. She'd often be talking to Philip and his band of minions, a small smile plastered on her face as the senior would pay her attention. Daryl and Sasha had French together and after hearing she needed a tutor, he offered to help her. He didn't know shit about French and had taken Spanish for four years but figured what the hell, he'd learn astrophysics if it meant being in her orbit.
In the library on the day before the weekend Sasha was talking to Daryl about her plans.
"What are you doing this weekend?" She asked trying to let Daryl off the hook from their french session. Sasha was actually good at french and knew Daryl didn't know dirt about it, but his efforts were endearing. "Glenn invited me to some bonfire with the geeks or nerd or whatever they call themselves."
"I wish I could go. My father, who hates me has decided that I can only go out or date if my sister does." Sasha sighed. She glanced at Daryl's face, watching his brows furrow in consternation. He wondered why everyone was so damn afraid of Michonne.
"Whats her deal anyway?"
"Oh you mean that she escaped from hell and has decided to reign terror on my social life. I don't know. She was popular before all this and no one knows why she became such a bitch." Sasha said.
"She's your family, why ain't you stickin up for her?" Daryl followed.
"Well, she doesn't act like it." Sasha finished."I have to go." she said, gathering her books and storming off leaving Daryl even more confused.
At lunch Glenn and Daryl discussed the conversation Daryl and Sasha had. Glenn was intrigued at the prospect of getting a one Sasha Williams out from the 'untouchable zone of never going to happen' to datable if they could find someone brave enough to date Michonne Leviya Williams. Glenns nerd gear went into overdrive as he began to concoct a plan with Daryl.
"So she just needs to date someone." Daryl said.
"But, who would be willing to date Michonne? She'd pretty much turn everyone down."
Glenn started to get the full picture.
"I have an idea." Glenn said as he walked away from Daryl toward the beautiful people. Glenn and Philip were seen across the way talking as Daryl watched the exchange. A full ten minutes later, Glenn emerged with a huge grin on his face.
"What did you just do?" Daryl asked Glenn, waiting with folded arms.
"Well son, I just solved your Sasha Williams problem. Philip wants to take Sasha to homecoming, but we all know he's pretty, not so cunning. So…" Glenn laid out "He pays someone to take Michonne out, while you worm your way into Sasha's heart. Philip will think he's gonna get to spend time with Sasha, but you'll just be there as her friend. It's perfect!" Glenn patted himself on the back.
"Who is the lucky guy?" Daryl asked.
Richard Allen Grimes II, sat on the bleachers of the stadium smoking a cigarette. It was another day in prepschool hell and he wasn't really here for it. After his father had basically said he'd cut him off if he didn't get his shit together, Rick started showing up for school again. He didn't do the work, but participation at this point was enough to get the old man off his back.
Rick watched the girls soccer team practicing. It was the end of the day and he had some time to kill before he'd meet up with his best friend Shane for some joy riding and bar hopping. At 18, Rick came from money but hated most of his classmates. He was biding time til graduation so he could get the hell outta dodge and travel. His mother, may she rest in paradise, had instilled as sense of adventure in him. Rick was gonna leave high school and hike the Appalachian trail, and ride motorcycles across the country, and camp in Zion National Park. He'd read Edward Abbey and wanted that, the real deal Americana. Shuffling feet alerted him to the presence of two people, one he didn't care for in the least, another whom he barely knew.
"Grimes." Philip began looking over at his competition. Philip Blake always hated Richard Grimes, his smugness, his looks which everyone found so genuinely good. They'd come up together and were friends for a while until RIck's mom passed and he started acting out. Philip liked danger and parties and drugs like any red-blooded American boy but Rick was reckless, and Philip couldn't tarnish his reputation, so he abandoned Grimes and became the ringleader of the beautiful people. Now he was asking for help from him so that he could finally lay conquest to his new interest, Sasha Williams. He'd listened to the nerd talk about the plans and found some sound ideas in it, just get Rick to date Michonne and he could have the younger Williams all to himself.
Rick watched Glenn and Blake discuss the perimeters of the deal, wondering what Blake was getting out of this other than the ability to harass some younger girl.
"So I just ask Michonne out and you what, get to put your dirty hands on her sister?" Rick asked with a smug expression. Glenn watched the two stare at one another with something like disdain, he realized this was a risky move, but Daryl needed him and he was a chess master, setting up all the pieces for his lovesick friend.
"What do I get?" Rick continued
"What do you want Grimes?" Blake asked "I don't need your money, so what about that motorcycle of yours?" Rick said. Hell he had his own motorcycle but he wanted to know just how far Philip would go to get Sasha. "Fine." Philip drawled, he'd been eyeing the younger williams for over a year now and she'd filled out nicely. It was a win/win in his mind, get that shrewd bitch out of the way and get to play nice with her fine ass sister.
Rick was surprised, but pleased. He'd get a bike and could sell it to fund his trip, basically a big fuck you to his dad all at the same time. "Which one is she again?" Rick asked watching the congratulatory look on Blake's face.
"The Captain of the soccer team" Blake said, nodding in the direction of the field where the girls were running drills. Squinting Rick watched the bouncing dreadlock ponytail rush past an opponent, weaving and dodging across the field with the ball squarely in her orbit. Her lithe body and long umber legs glistened with hues of gold as she struck the ball squarely into the net. The goalie reaching and failing to block the shot. Turning to face her teammates Rick's eyes sparkled as the sun caught her smile. Rick watched her with approval, sure she was hot, but that smile, that was something that you wanted to see all the time. Scowling a bit he turned to Blake and Glenn.
"What's wrong with her?" he asked, knowing that they wouldn't be putting him up to this unless there was something irreducibly damnaged with her.
Glenn said "Nothing's wrong with her dude. She's just Michonne." whatever that meant. Rick continued to watch her as she huddled with her teammates before heading off the field to stretch. It didn't seem that hard, I mean, he was a good looking guy. How hard could it be to get a date?
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A/N: Sorry for the delay y'all. More chapters coming out faster. Work/life has been super hectic and the muse is on vacation. So enjoy this tiny offering. And thanks for reading!
