Ok it's a shorty but a goody, well I am biased, but please everyone remember she's 18 in high school we have all been there lol, please enjoy and review it really helps xx

He rode absently just pointing his bike, absorbing the hurt, he hadn't considered where he was going until his bike stopped outside the gate of the Greene's farm, he sat there wondering why they hell he was here. Bitch, she's a whore flirting with him, making out with other boys, his anger rising in his throat again, she was just taking the piss out of him. He pulled his bike into the hedge row, then crept in the shadows towards the house he sat down watching, waiting for her to pull in if there was one thing he was good at it was confrontation, and he was going to confront her. The hours ticked by then he heard it the faint sound of her truck coming down the driveway, a second later he realised it was going too fast his head flew up eyes darting to try and make it out in the darkness.

He saw her headlights then she skidded to a halt, he watched as she fell out the truck, was she drunk? Stupid girl, he sank down next to her, watching her on her hands and knees on the driveway, tears streaming down her face, he fought with himself, stood there arguing with himself, he called her name, his voice void of emotion, she looked up her eyes wide and full of tears reflecting the moon light, pain clearly showing on her face. He swallowed the pain, the anguish he had felt for her earlier on began to lapse, he placed his hand on the middle of her back.

"A joke, I turned out to be nothing but a joke, an informant" she carried on crying and he just sat next to her watching and listening, not sure what the hell else he was supposed to do.

"Know the feeling." he shrugged, not being able to help himself, he had to remind her she had hurt him, he watched as her eyes softened, realising what he was talking about.

"Your not a joke" she glanced up, he felt the need to look at trying to convey his feelings at her statement, but the urge to not trust her, not after everything became overwhelming.

"Beth what happened?" he asked her gently.

"It doesn't matter, I am just so stupid, that's all." she wiped the tears away with the back of her hand.

"Matters Beth, matters to me" he picked a small stone up off the floor and threw it watching it bounce across the driveway, he was trying to distract himself from the urge to lean into her, wrap his arms around her like his mother had once done to him, make her feel safe. But she puffed a deep breath and stood up brushing the dust from her jeans, he followed suit.

"You here to stay in the stable again?" she asked, he wanted to shout no, he wanted to scream in her face what a fucking bitch she was for doing that to him tonight, but he just nodded yes. "Ok then" she walked towards the stable and he followed behind as usual, she pulled the blankets down making his bed, then to his surprise she pulled out a hold all from nowhere and landed a pillow on top of the blankets, a small battery powered lantern was plonked down on the hay and lastly he noticed she tossed a book on top of the bed.

"Well good night Daryl." she made her way towards the door, he fidgeted for a minute before he asked her, the question that scared him the most, because if that bastard had touched her without her consent he would kill him.

"Beth" she froze in the doorway as if she knew what he was going to ask her. "Did he?" he left the question hanging in the air.

"Oh no Daryl he didn't touch me, that at least would have been so much better than what I done to night." she walked away from him pulling the door behind her, he climbed onto his makeshift bed and picked up the book, a copy of Pride and Prejudice, he opened the front cover, to find a small note.

Read up douche bag,

got five chapters to catch up on

B

He smiled and led back starting to read the book, he let himself relax, his anger dissipated now, and he didn't even realise.

Beth opened her eyes when her alarm rang out, she had chores to do, but first she wanted to run some food out to the stables she was sure he hadn't eaten, she ran down into the kitchen, investigating the contents of the fridge she pulled out a load of left over bits and pieces, then placed them into a basket, with two cups and a jug of sweet tea not exactly breakfast food but it would do. She walked to the stables and slipped the door open, making her way to where she had left him before, she was surprised to see him sat there reading the book she had left him, she honestly thought he would be gone by now.

"How you doing this morning?" she asked.

"I am good, thanks for the book" he indicated to the object hanging in his hands "Ain't quick at reading but at least I get the chance to pass, he would go mad if I failed again" he explained.

"You hungry? Got some bits and pieces" she held the basket out before her and he nodded at her, so she placed it down on the floor, pulling the contents out, the atmosphere between them was tense yet not completely uncomfortable, she watched him take in the food as she laid it all out.

"Not seen that much food in" he hesitated thinking "I couldn't tell ya when" he smiled and started to tuck in, she nibbled at a cracker watching him eat, it made her happy for some stupid reason.

"You ok after well whatever happened last night?" he said.

"Yeah, just have to deal with it on Monday" she left it like that, shaking her head to expel the nightmare running through her brain. She knew to him her issues would be petty and immature but she was sure that Monday at school her life would be changed forever, she had made her bed and she would lay in it now, standing up for him, this little lost figure, she had stood her ground when Zach and Jimmy had started on about the freak, asking her questions trying to get information out of her, when she had realised that that was the only reason Jimmy had wanted her, she had started screaming at his drunk ass in front of the entire school, her squad wouldn't speak to her they wouldn't help her when she appealed to them for their help, they just turned their backs on her laughing at her stupidity, she had committed social suicide, shaking her head trying to forget the night before.

They sat together eating, when they had finished she explained to him she had chores to do around the farm, that, that was how she spent her Saturday's, to her surprise he told her to point him towards a task and he would give her a hand cut her work down so she could have the afternoon off.

By lunchtime all her chores were completed and she heard her fathers car coming down the drive, she stood for a moment looking at him.

"Want me to go?" he asked her "Aint exactly father material" before she had time to answer him, he was gone, he just walked away and disappeared into the trees towards the forest, she was stunned at how quickly he could hide himself.

"Beth, have you done everything?" her father called.

"Yes Daddy" she mumbled, still watching the tree line she got the impression he was still there somewhere watching her and it made her tremble.

"Who was that Beth?" he asked her, she bit her lip looking from her father to the trees and back.

"Someone from school, just came over to borrow a book" she shrugged.

"Looked rough to me young lady, are you sure that is the type of person you should be seen with, we have a reputation to keep up around here" he squinted his eyes at her, she smelt the whisky on his breath.

"Daddy he just came to borrow a book, he sits near me in English" she sighed and went to walk away.

"Please keep it that way, I don't want my daughter, my family having anything to do with drunks and roughens in this town." he ordered, she felt herself bite her tongue, oh because your so much better aren't you? She thought, your out at your emergencies nearly every night, when really you propping up the local bar, eyeing up girls her age, he disgusted her, at least the Dixon's didn't pretend to be something they weren't.

"Yes Daddy" was all she said before she walked back to house.