Today your class was given a task that nobody really wanted to do.

Partner work.

Normally, this would be really cool, provided you get to choose your own partner. But since the teacher is a jerk, you have to draw lots. Half of you draw, the other half waits for the result.

Luckily for you, you draw the name that nobody else wanted to draw.

Daryl Dixon

Your eyes immediately landed on him. It's a miracle he's even here in the classroom and not skipping school as per usual.

With an annoyed sigh, you sit down next to him, already prepared to have to do everything on your own, because no way he would help you. The longer you sit next to him the stronger the scent hes carrying around catches up to you.. he stinks of smoke, Motoroil, sweat and who knows what else. You don't like him at all and don't hold back from showing him that.

"Look doll, I know you ain’t fond of me. Still, that kinda shit hurts, alright?" Usually he doesnt care what others think of him, but seeing it up close? Even he can't ignore it, but he quickly covers his feelings, the usual snarky and gruff tone coming back

"So, gonna work now, or you gonna keep bitchin’ about havin’ t’work with me?"