I just want to be with you || RICKYL

008 | School day

Daryl nervously walked into the school, Rick had made him lunch, forced him to put a bottle of water in his bag and gave him two painkillers to get through the day.
Rick felt like the parent he never had and he'd told Rick often enough, but the man just laughed it off. Daryl really meant it, but he got that Rick might think it was weird, with the romantic relationship involved, it might be weird, yeah.

He walked over to his locker, trying to remember the code, he unlocked it and put Rick's coat in, making sure it was straightened out and neatly hung before he moved on to putting some books in to make it a little easier for him to carry his backpack.
The bell rang and the halls crowded as he went to his first period.

He was always good at English, he quietly said in the middle, right by the wall. That really was his unassigned assigned seat when he was in school, but he wanted to get a better attendance, now that he lived with Rick half of the time he might have a chance at graduating.

The teacher finished explaining and gave them the last ten minutes to make a start at their homework, Daryl had finished the homework easily in those ten minutes, but kept getting distracted by the loud boys in the back of the class.

There was a ball of paper thrown right in front of him, he grabbed it and looked around, but the loud boys weren't really paying attention so he didn't think they'd thrown it, they would probably be watching him for his reaction.

He opened it.

'son of a whore'

he stared down at the messy words scribbled onto the paper, crumbling it up again he threw it in the bin closest to his table.
The bell rang again and everyone got up, including Daryl.

Second period, Math

he was decently good at math, it was.. logical, in some sense. If you're a logical thinker, it'd be easy.
Math passed without an occurrence.

Third period, P.E
Daryl fucking hated PE, partially because he had to wear some too-tight-around-the-ass shorts and a ridiculous tshirt with the school's logo on it. Also, the creepy teacher, he really wasn't a fan of, what they were told to call him, mr Gregory.
The man had made multiple subtle offerings for Daryl to 'get his grades up', clearly inviting him to his office, that with the door open had a perfect view into the boys dressing room.
He never really seemed to look at the girls, just the skinny, short boys.

And without fail, mr Gregory had once again succeeded to harass Daryl during the lesson. Giving them obscene work out routines, making them do thirty squats each, he stood behind Daryl, ushering him to straighten his back and bend over more until Daryl was basically just bending at the waist, pressing himself back against the man.

Then he made them run, making some awkward comments about how Daryl was a good runner and he should think about joining the track team and to come talk to him about it in his office after class.

Fourth period, Biology

He'd decided he'd just shower after P.E so he didn't stink for the rest of the day, bad choice, he was constantly bullied, told to drop the soap, that he was a gay little bitch, etc.
He didn't really reply, didn't see the need and they eventually stopped bothering him, he quietly dried himself off and put his clothes back on, grabbing his bag and going to Biology.

He liked Biology, he could keep track, the teacher was an old lady called Tammy-Rose. She talked slow and her lessons just were a little easier, compared to the fast talking, 'don't give a fuck' attitude teachers.

Fifth period, health

A pain in the fucking ass. Next.

Sixth period, history

History was okay, the woman would just talk and talk and talk the whole time, but the stories were pretty interesting, so he'd just draw in his notebook while listening to her talk. Her voice often got him tired, but he never closed an eye in her class. He was never really a sleeper, he thought it was disrespectful, he'd just go to bed as soon as he got home.

last period, music

His music teacher, Luke, was a nice guy. He was small and always happy, but Daryl liked him best because he understood Daryl's situation, that he wasn't always able to show up or have his work done.
He was always very relaxed about it, but did encourage him to come to the next lesson when he was present.

Then he finally got to go home, he sighed as he slouched through the hallways, people pushing passed him, running out of the building, smiling and laughing obnoxiously loud.
He got to his locker and grabbed Rick's jacket, putting it on and sipping it up, grabbing his bag from the floor and loading the books in his locker back into his bag, he closed the door and was met with Austin's grin.

He sighed as he closed his eyes, inwardly counting to ten as he walked passed him.
"you're ignoring me now? Your momma told you so?" Austin laughed as his friends surrounded Daryl as he walked, he was already out of the school, nervously looking around for Rick who was supposed to come get him.

If Rick did forget, he wouldn't blame him, he didn't owe Daryl anything.
He was pushed again and he nearly lost his step, he turned around, "what is your fucking problem? I ain't do shit to you, Austin!" he said and Austin just laughed, punching him in his throat, Daryl doubled over, coughing, holding his throat.

That hurt like a fucking bitch.

Then someone behind Daryl cleared his throat, Austin looking scared, since he'd just gotten caught in the act.
"Right, get the fuck over here," Rick said, Austin stammered as he started taking steps back, but Rick grabbed him by the front of his shirt.

"Next time you see him, you're gonna fucking apologize, you got me? If I ever see your goat fuckin' ass near him again, I'm gonna fucking gut you, you're just a little sister kissin' redneck that sucks dick for beer money. Am I under-fucking-stood?" Rick growled, Austin nearly pissing his pants.

"yes sir," he squeaked out, his friends already took off, leaving him to take the blame. Rick shoved Austin to the floor before he straightened out his shirt, wrapping his arm around Daryl, he lead him to the car.

"how's your throat sweetheart? Sorry I couldn't be there any sooner," Rick said softly, looking at Daryl.
Daryl looked at him with teary eyes, "thank you," he smiled and Rick chuckled, "oh darling, c'mere," he leaned over, pressing his lips against Daryl's, his fingers gently holding Daryl's chin in place.