High School
She blushed seeing him come down the hall, that ridiculously sexy smirk on his face. He was the school's bad boy and she couldn't figure out why but he had a thing for her. Not that she was complaining. Her daddy was, but she wasn't. He leaned on the locker beside hers, crossing his arms over his chest, his leather jacket pulling tight. "What's up?" she asked, looking at him when he continued to stare at her without saying anything.
"You wanna go for a ride?" he asked, slowly kicking her locker shut before she could get anything out of it.
"It's the middle of the day; we have classes to go to." She put her hands on her hips and looked up at him.
Daryl smirked and leaned in slowly, his hands replacing hers on her waist and pulling her against him. "Always the goody two shoes." He smirked, leaning in closer. She could feel his breath on her neck. "Why don't you live a little princess?"
Beth bit her lip and swallowed hard, staring up at him. Butterflies were creating a tornado in her belly as her heart raced. He was right; maybe she should live a little. Slowly she nodded her head. "Okay."
Daryl smirked and took her hand, sneaking her out of the school and over to the student parking lot where his bike was waiting for them. He was glad she hadn't chosen to wear one of her sundresses that all but killed him today. He climbed on and waited for her to climb on behind him, wrapping her tiny little arms around his waist. He smirked and started the bike, revving the engine just because he could. "Hold on tight baby girl." He pulled out of the parking lot, not caring who saw them.