Author: Talking Frenchfries PM
Lori's dad won't allow her to date until her adopted brother Glenn does. In order to date her, new student Rick, along with the financial aid of school ass-hole Shane, employs the help of the mysterious and southern Daryl Dixon. D/G Slash AURated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Daryl D. & Glenn - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,023 - Reviews: 35 - Favs: 38 - Follows: 79 - Updated: 01-26-12 - Published: 11-20-11 - id: 7568585
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Disclaimer: Don't own, just really obsessed
So there is boy/boy in this, if you don't want to read that, don't. It's not that hard, just don't leave homophobic reviews.
A/N: Thank you so much for all the reviews! And I'm sorry I'm updating so late, but my life has been seriously screwed up lately, but I got into my dream university so now I can focus on fic writing and cruise through the rest of senior year :) Please keep reviewing!
The tall brown haired boy with a bit of stubble lining his face walked down the crowded hallway, completely lost. It was his first day at this new school, and he knew no one, this was going to be a lonely day.
"Hi you must be Rick, my name's Dale Horvath and I'll be your guide to the wonderful world of Padua High School." The tall brown haired boy was startled out of his thoughts by the voice of another student. The source of the voice was a shorter boy wearing a bucket hat and a Hawaiian shirt.
Rick raised an eyebrow at Dale's fashion choice but decided not to push his luck, considering he was the only person in the entire school that Rick knew.
"Yeah, I'm Rick Grimes. Nice to meet you."
Dale wasted no time in giving him the run-down on the most important places in the school, the lunchroom, the courtyard, main staircase, and where their shared locker was located.
As the walked down the linoleum floors of the high school hallway Dale pointed out the different social cliques.
"Okay, so you have the popular kids. And I do mean in that cliché way. So don't talk to them."
Rick raises his eyebrow at this statement.
"Ok you don't believe me? Watch." Dale said and walked up to a muscular guy that had a shaved head and stubble. He patted the taller guy on the back and asked, "What's up Shane?"
Rick watched as Shane pushed Dale off him and sneered, "Don't talk to me loser."
Dale walked back to Rick, "See, I meant it when I said it was the cliché high school hierarchy."
"Damn. So where do you fit in?" Rick asked as Dale walked him to the school's large courtyard and pointed to a group of polo and khaki wearing boys.
"Those are the future achievers. I'm their leader, or I was, until they discovered my intense love of Hawaiian shirts."
"They kicked you out because of that?"
"They're ruthless. Anyway moving on, those are the wangsters or Mac Miller wannabees," Dale said pointing to a group of white boys in skinny jeans, Obey shirts, and flat brim hats. The obvious smell of weed emanated from the circle. "Over there are the hipsters," a small group of girls sat in the grass next to the courtyard wearing mismatched outfits of plaid, ripped tights, and combat boots. "Then there's the activists, they're pretty cool, they'll talk to anyone," Dale pointed to a group of people putting up posters raising awareness of the "Day of Silence", the girl taping the poster had messy hair, piercings, and stretched ears. Most of them were wearing paint-stained jeans, shirts and scarves.
"And then there's the girls." He said pointing to girls wearing Pink brand yoga pants and Northface jackets.
"How are they not the popular kids?"
"They are but the popular kids are separated into boys and girls, the girls are fine china, you can look and appreciate them, but you are not allowed to ever touch." Dale continued talking but Rick stopped listening as he focused in on one of the girls. She had a beautiful smile and gorgeous body; he knew already that he was screwed.
"Who? Talk about cliché, that's Lori Wayne. She's like the royal jewels and she's only a sophomore, you will never be able to touch her."
"Not only does she turn down almost any guy that get's within a foot, but her dad's crazy. He made up this rule that she can't date until her older brother does."
"What's so bad about that?" Rick asked.
"Her brother is a quiet, studious, nerd to put it lightly. No one wants to date him, I don't even think most people have heard him talk." Dale looked up in thought. "Nope, I never have. Forget it, and forget her. Heed my advice please; it's never going to happen. It's impossible, her dad made sure of it."
Rick nodded and tried to get Lori out of his head as he listened to Dale's description of most teachers. He was screwed.
Glenn sighed as he hiked his backpack higher up onto his shoulder as another student stopped in the middle of the hallway. Traveling through the hallways of Padua High was like traveling through the walking dead. He stepped left to maneuver himself into an open area of the hallway and started walking again, only to run into a solid person.
"Shit I'm sorry. I wasn't looking, I was just trying to get past the stupid freshman that like to take up residence in the middle of the hallway." Glenn said as he stepped back to get a look at whom he had run into. His eyes widened slightly as he took in the figure of Daryl Dixon, everyone knew about him. Apparently he had put a black man on life support, and there were even some rumors that he had a swastika tattooed somewhere on his body. Wrong person to run into. But Glenn couldn't help but marvel at Daryl's attractiveness, a slight layer of facial hair on his chin and upper lip, bright blue eyes, tan skin, tousled brown hair and his slight smile…. Wait smile?
"It's ok, freshman are pretty good at being road blocks, aren't they?"
Glenn didn't know how to respond, Daryl Dixon, rumored psychopath was joking with him, "Um, yeah?"
"Be more careful next time, yeah?" Daryl said over his shoulder as he walked away.
Glenn nodded dumbly, made even more ridiculous at the fact that Daryl couldn't see him anymore and he was now just nodding to himself. He snapped out of it and continued his walk down the hallway to his statistics class.
Daryl looked behind himself one last time to see Glenn walking down the hallway again. He mentally celebrated, 'he had talked to Glenn Wayne', but his smile fell of his face as he realized Glenn had been almost mute. He had looked scared. Maybe he really didn't have a chance with the boy. He sighed and shoved a freshman out of his way as he trudged to his next class, at least it was his favorite class, art and metal.