"Carol. Carol, are you listening to me?" Andrea waved a hand in front of her face and then looked at Michonne.

Michonne shrugged her shoulders. "She is really out it," she said, taking a bite of French fry. "Ten bucks says she's thinking about Daryl."

"You're on," said Andrea.

They had been at lunch for ten minutes and Carol had barely said two words the entire time. It didn't take a rocket science to figure out what was on her mind. She had seen Daryl and Carol pull up to the school together in Daryl's truck. When they got out they had both practically ran in opposite directions despite the fact that their classes were in the same building.

Michonne snapped her fingers in front of Carol's face and waved her hand. Nothing.

"I have idea," said Andrea, scooting her chair around so she was facing Carol. She looked up and then waved. "Hi, Daryl!"

Carol snapped out her trance and turned her head looking around the courtyard, not seeing him anywhere. She turned back around to see Andrea and Michonnetrying their best not to laugh.

"So, what were you thinking about?" Michonne asked. "Or do I even need to ask?"

Carol sighed. She had been thinking about Daryl all morning. The rest of their ride to school had been spent in awkward silence. She hadn't meant to make things weird, but when she caught him staring at her legs like that she couldn't help but tease him a little.

"It's Daryl," she said.

"I knew it," said Michonne, holding out her hand to Andrea. Andrea reached into her purse, pulled out two fives, and handed them to Michonne.

"What's that about?" asked Carol.

"Don't worry about it," said Andrea. "You were saying," She made a get on with it motion with her hand.

Carol eyed them both for a moment before continuing. "He gave me ride this morning and I caught him staring at my legs."

"Can you blame the guy. You do have nice legs," Michonne said, leaning back to look at Carol's legs.

"Stop being weird," Carol said, pulling her legs out of view. "Anyway, when I caught him looking I teased him about it. I asked him if he saw anything he liked."

"Well, what did he say?" asked Andrea.

"He told me stop and then he got all red and embarrassed," she said, taking a sip from her Coke. "I was just teasing at first, but then …" she trailed off.

"Then what happened?" asked Michonne, leaning forward so she could hear better

"Well, I think he really was looking. And I…I kind of liked it. The looking," she said, her face getting red.

Michonne and Andrea shared a look and were quiet for so long that she was starting to get annoyed.

"What?" asked Carol. They wanted to know what was going on, and now they had nothing to say.

"Well," began Andrea. "You just-"

"What's she trying to say is, what we've been trying to tell you for weeks. You need to tell him how you feel."

"He doesn't-"

Michonne cut off whatever Carol was about to say. "Don't say he doesn't feel the same because that's bull. You just said you caught the boy staring at your legs." She held up her hand when she saw Carol was about to interrupt her. "He watches you all the time when you're not looking. Rick says he talks about you all the time. Carol this, Carol that."

"He does?"

Michonne nodded. "Yes," she said. "Now, he's coming over tonight, right?" She didn't wait for answer, she already knew. "Just try talking to him tonight."

"I can't."

"Yes, you can. You don't have to actually tell him outright, just drop some subtle hints. See if he responds. Wear that new shirt you got. He'll love it." Said Andrea

"I don't know about this," said Carol.

"It will work. Trust me," Andrea said, picking up her food tray.

Carol and Michonne followed suit. They walked over to dump their trays in the trashcan.

Michonne turned to her and grinned. "Don't be nervous. Just go for it. You're not going to be disappointed."

Daryl was leaning against his truck waiting for Carol to get out of class. He hadn't been able to concentrate on anything but her all morning. He kept thinking about this morning. He hadn't meant for her to catch him staring like that. He thought she would have been mad. But she wasn't, and she had seemed kind of happy about it. He needed to figure this shit out.

"Hey man." Daryl looked to see his friend Rick walking towards him.

He nodded at him.

"Waiting on Carol?" he asked in tone that said he already knew that's exactly what he was doing.

Daryl knew Rick was getting ready to give him shit about something. He glared. "Yeah. Her car wouldn't start this morning."

"I heard," he said, leaning against the side of the truck. "Michonne told me," he said when Daryl gave him a questioning look.

"You two gossiping now?" he asked in annoyance. Ever since the two of them hooked up Rick had gotten really annoying.

"No, we were just talking. The subject came up. She also said you two have a date tonight."

"It ain't a date. We're just hanging out," he huffed. "When did you talk about this anyway? I'm surprised you two quit sucking face long enough to talk about anything."

Rick chose to ignore the comment and shrugged. "I'm just saying, date or not. If you don't make a move on her soon, somebody else might," he said, knowing the only way to get him do something was to give him a push. Rick knew how his friend felt about Carol and according to Michonne, Carol felt the same way. They both just needed a shove to get going. "I heard Blake was asking about her."

"What?" snapped Daryl. He hated that arrogant little prick. He didn't know what it was exactly, but he hated that guy. It always seemed like he was up to something. "What was he saying?"

"Nothing much," Rick shrugged. "He was just saying she was looking real good and was wondering if she was single."

Daryl growled. He wished he had something to throw. He'd be damned if that asshole went anywhere near Carol. There was something not right about that guy. He needed to get his shit together about Carol sooner rather than later.

"Think about it," said Rick, patting him on the shoulder and walking towards his car. He waved to Carol when he saw her making her way across the parking lot.

"You ready go?" asked Daryl when she made it to the truck.

"More than ready," she said as Daryl took her backpack and threw it in the bed of the truck. They climbed in pulled out of the lot and onto the road.