AN: Just a little something I've been meaning to write for a while. Enjoy

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Michonne grabbed her lipstick from her purse, hurriedly applying the cherry shade then gave herself a once over in the mirror. She rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders.

Good enough.

She grabbed her phone to send a quick text.

'Hey my parents just left. Come over' she put a wink emoji at the end so that he would know that she was hitting on him.

He, as in, Mike Anthony.

She'd got his number from this girl Andrea in one of her classes. She didn't know if she considered the girl and herself 'close' but they were friendly enough to each other.

Mike was the Senior captain of the Northview High basketball team. Michonne had her eyes on him for a good while now and she was shooting her shot. She didn't like to play coy.

She liked getting to the point. She knew what she wanted and she didn't beat around the bush.

Her parents were going to be gone for the weekend. Not that they would care anyways. They'd left her money and one of her mother's credit cards just incase the cash wasn't enough. To say Michonne was a princess wouldn't at all be an understatement.

If she wanted it, there was no way she wasn't getting it.

Michonne was a senior as well and she felt like she had life all figured out. In her mind, her rules were the only ones that mattered. No one could tell her shit.

Her phone dinged and she quickly checked to see if it was Mike returning her text.

'I think you got the wrong number?'

The text read.

Of course she expected that. He didn't have her number after all.

'Nah, I got your number from a friend. Look I don't have time for games so I'll tell you straight up what I want... I've heard some stuff about you and I wanna see if it's true.'

She pressed send before she could change her mind. She wanted to take the bold approach.

'This is Michonne by the way. I don't have to ask if you know who I am. I know you do.'

Michonne tapped her foot impatiently waiting for him to respond.

'What kind of things have you heard about me?'

'Come over and I'll tell you.'

She then texted him the directions to her house and waited impatiently for him to arrive.

She'd never done something this bold with a guy she had never spoken to before. She knew who he was since freshman year but they never had a reason to talk. She had dated this guy that was his friend but Mike seemed to always avoid his friend when she was around.

About 15 minutes passed when she finally heard someone ring the doorbell.

She hopped up and checked herself in the mirror once more.

The smile on her face dropped when she opened the door.

"Who the fuck are you?"

The boy looked around confused before he realized she was indeed talking to him.

"Excuse me? You asked me to come over?" He said as he looked at her like she was missing a few screws.

Michonne laughed and crossed her arms. "Um... I don't even know who the fuck you are kid. I'm expecting company so piss off."

She closed the door in his face and shook her head.

The kid then knocked on her door.

She swung the door opened. "I told you to piss off kid."

"I'm not leaving until you tell me what stuff you heard about me. This is the second time I've had to transfer because of that rumor. I dont want you spreadin that shit around. And I'm not a kid."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Michonne was confused. She had no idea who this guy was and what rumor he was talking about.

"In the text you sent, you said you heard stuff about me. Tell me what you heard."

Michonne looked down at her phone then back up at him.

When she put two and two together she burst out laughing.

"Oh my god! Andrea that bitch! She gave me the wrong number. Look kid this is a misunderstanding. I was trying to text someone else."

She looked him up and down. He was pretty hot if she was being honest but she wouldn't let him know that. "No offence kid, but you're not really my type, you should go." She laughed. "Sorry anout the misunderstanding but whatever shit you're trting to keep a secret is safe. I don't know shit about you."

"So you didn't hear anything about me?"

She scoffed "No. I don't even know who you are."

He nodded his head. He looked real relieved and that piqued Michonne's interest.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"I'm Rick."

'Oh what the fuck' She thought. 'Might as well invite him in since he's here.'

"You don't sound like you're from the city. You go to school around here?"

"Yea. Since last week. I just moved to Atlanta."

"Oh yeah? What school?"

"The same school as you Michonne. "

"How the fuck do you know my name?"

"You told me in the text and like you said, everyone knows you."

"How old are you kid?"

"I'm 18."

"Really? But you're a pipsqueak." She teased.

"I'm big where it counts."

Michonne's eyebrows rose - Allowing her curiosity of this boy to take over any logic; she invited him in.

"Wanna come in?" She bit her bottom lip awaiting his answer.

She didn't have anything to lose. Mike was supposed to be the one that showed but since this guy showed up instead, why the hell not?

Rick snickered and shook his head.

"I though I wasn't your type?"

"I changed my mind." She answered boldly.

"Well you're not my type so...this is awkward." He smirked.

Michonne smirked too. She took a step closer to him, they were almost touching. She leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"You're full of shit kid. You can barely look at my face because you're too busy trying to sneak a peak down my shirt. I'm exactly your type. Come inside and I'll show you."

Rick had a lump in his throat. He'd never met a girl like her before. She was so forward. He couldn't let her have that power over him. He didn't even know her, the only reason he knew her name was because people at that damn school talked about her nonstop. Good and bad.

"No thanks, you're a little too pushy for my liking."

Michonne laughed

"I prefer the term confident." She countered. "I see something I want, I get it."

"And I'm what you want?"

"For right now, yeah." She answered honestly.

"What if I say no?"

"You won't."

"Humor me." He said. "What if I say no?"

"Then you'd be missing out."

"On what exactly?"

"I'm running out of patience kid. Make up your mind, yes or no."

"No."

He could imagine that she'd never been told no before and for some reason, he wanted to stand out from the rest. He wanted her to distinctly remember him.

Michonne licked her lips and scoffed

"Too bad." She shrugged. "Your loss." She whispered in his ear.

"See you at school monday." She said

Once she closed the door Rick hurried back to his car and gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white

He released the breath that he was holding.

Rick closed his eyes tightly and rubbed his hand over his face.

"Fuck"

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AN:

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