Bad Intentions

"Does it bug you?" "Does what bug me" "Does it bug you that I know you better than you know you?" ---- Peyton Andrews has parents that want her to be perfect. Has siblings that want her to be cool and friends that want her to be fun. But when she meets Asher she falls for him because he wants to her to be herself

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The next day started off with a lot of rushing. Andy and I had stayed up most of the night watching movies on Netflix. It's like Netflix is only appealing to me when I'm supposed to be sleeping.

"Mom, where's my binder?" I asked throwing stuff onto the floor in the living room.

"Look, I'll go to school and tell the teacher you're running late. What's are cover?" Andy asks grabbing a muffin.

"Girl problem." I told him as I searched for my binder once more. I groaned as my hair got into my face once more. I hadn't even brushed my teeth yet.

"Mom!" I shouted once more.

"Peyton Elizabeth, why are you shouting?" She asked. My mom only used my full name when she was annoyed.

"I can't find my binder!" I exclaimed rolling out from under a couch and sitting up.

"Where did you see it last?" She asked giving me her hand and awaiting me up.

"I don't know. Maybe in your car. Dad brought everything in." I said freaking out. "Mom that binder holds my entire grade. All my research on ancient civilizations, visual aids and even my speech. I need that binder." I explained running a hand through my hair nervously.

"I'll look here you go to your fathers office look in his car." She instructs. I search anxiously for a piece of gum and I jog out of the house and to the nearest bus stop. I pat my leg softly bouncing as I wait for the bus. I swipe my tongue across my bottom lip moistening it. I really needed to invest in some chap stick. The bus halted to a stop and I quickly paid and took a seat. Th elderly woman beside me smiled at me kindly. I returned the smile and tapped my fingers on my leg.

"You remind me of my grandson's girlfriend. You're much prettier though." The old lady says.

"Thank you ma'am." I smile awkwardly running my hand through my hair impatiently.

"His name is Reggie. Do you know him?" I shut my eyes tightly and pressed my lips into a thin smile.

"No ma'am, I'm not familiar with a Reggie." I explained softly holding my hands tightly together.

"Oh, well you look like my grandson's girlfriend."

"Oh Heavenly Father." I muttered. The bus ride was longer that expected. The elderly woman was hell bent in thinking that I was her grandson's girlfriend. Even though I nicely informed her that she was mistaken. When the bus finally stopped I left so quickly walking into the huge building and jabbing my thumb into the up button.

"Are you following me?" I heard the familiar raspy voice ask. I bit my lip harshly.

"It seems that accusation is coming from the wrong person in this conversation." I said stepping into the elevator and pressing the 13.

"You seem stressed,"

"Thank you doctor Phil please enlighten me with your great knowledge."

"Very hostile this morning Ms. Andrews. Tsk tsk." He said smiling down at me. His grayish blue eyes sparkled as they peered into mine.

"Very talkative Mr. Greene." I retort stepping out of the elevator and into the clusters of offices. I knock vigorously on my fathers large wooden door.

"Who is it?" He questions.

"Peyton." I shout. The door opens and my father looks rather disappointed.

"Peyton Elizabeth, it's almost time for school. What are you doing here?" He asks looking at his watch.

"I believe you may have accidentally taken my binder for one of my classes. It's green with red writing." I informed. He went to his desk and sifted through his stuff. He returned with my binder and handed to me.

"Be more careful, Peyton Elizabeth." He says sternly. I nod and walk towards the elevator not looking forward to the ride to school.

"Peyton Elizabeth, do you need a ride to school?" I hear Asher ask. I mentally weigh my options. Reggie's overbearing grandmother who may have dementia or Asher Greene who I may give dementia?

"If it makes you feel better I won't talk during the ride?" He offers hesitantly.

"Fine." I said grudgingly as we both stepped into the elevator.

The ride was a trap. You see when Asher said he wouldn't talk during the ride. He meant if the car was moving his mouth wouldn't be. But since it was 6:54 am and traffic was horrific we weren't doing a lot of moving.

"So I'm guessing this is a conversation you don't want to engage in."

"I thought you'd guess that there wasn't a topic I'd like to engage in conversation about with you." I said sarcastic.

"This is why I push so hard."

"Well you won't have to push much harder. This is a one time thing."

"Oh you mean this forgetting your binder in your dad's car so I can drive you to school won't happen on purpose next time?"

"I didn't plan this. It was unintentional." I defended.

"Then why do you care so much about me saying it wasn't?" He asked staring at me. My mouth was shut for the ride. I knew why I wanted to avoid him. I wanted to because he stressed me out.

"We're here." He announced as we parked in front of our school.

"I can see." I said sliding out of his Audi.

"We'd like to hope so." He muttered. I tried to walk off to class quickly. Even though Iwould be with him I needed five minutes without him near me. Clouding my mind.

"Hey, look, I don't know what I did to make you angry with me." He said softly. A group of girls started walking toward us.

"Nothing, I just don't know how obvious 'I don't like you' can be. I mean can you not take a hint?" I asked still walking away.

"Why? I just don't get it." He chuckled scratching the back of his neck.

"Why do you care so damn much? You want to know why I don't like you? Because you think you know me. You don't know me. You don't even know yourself. You've got a hot car and some cash and automatically you're just prince of Cambridge? Please leave me alone. I don't want to associate with someone who most likely already has all the girls in this school's cell number." Before her could speak the small group of girls had attacked him and taken his attention. I walked quickly inside and walked into the bathroom. I gripped the sink tightly making my knuckles turn white. I looked up staring at my reflection in the mirror. One person could instill this much fear in someone. I turned on the water and splashed the ice cold liquid on to my now pale face.

"You're not going to let him get in your head. It's a day of school. 3 classes with him and a lunch you can eat in the library. You've got this." I said drying my face off and throwing my hair back. I walked into the classroom and sighed as I saw Asher was already there. He looked up at me but then immediately diverted his gaze away from me. I took my seat and opened my notebook. I turned to see Andy looking at me.

"Are you alright?" He mouthed to me. I gave him an unbelievable smile and thumbs up before taking my seat.

"Peyton I-"

"No talking," I said harshly slamming my pen down on the table. He nodded and turned away. I sighed heavily wrote the title to today's notes. The class went by without a word from Asher. After that class it was off to science. I didn't have science with Asher luckily so I had a breathing period. My science partner Seth was already at our station.

"So, I took your advice." He mused as he measured chemistry.

"Oh really? And what advice would that be?" I asked watching as he stirred the beaker.

"Netflix, you know the shows you said I should check out." He asked his caramel brown eyes peering into mine. He had light brown hair and the cutest glasses. He literally was the only nerd who didn't bore me.

"And?" I asked.

"They sucked. I think you own me 3 hours of my life back." He teased pouring things into graduated cylinders.

"I feel like I need to prove you wrong. What are you doing tomorrow night?" I asked him. His cheeks turned a light red and he scratched the back of his neck.

"Well there was a science club meeting as you probably know. But I think I can get out of it." He says. I literally don't understand why he is so cute.

"Great." I smile. We talk back and forth about whatever crossed our minds in the 45 minute class. As I packed up to leave I noticed Seth hesitating beside me.

"Everything alright?" I asked serious.

"I just, it's not my place but I saw you arguing with the new kid. I just wanted to make sure he didn't hurt you or anything." He said honestly.

"I'm fine thank you. It was a small misunderstanding. See you late Seth." I smiled walking off to my next class.

~*~

The last two classes were math and gym. Both I had with Asher. I sat in the changing room and smiled as some of my friends gossiped about their upcoming Friday nights. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and tied my shoes before walking out onto the court. I looked at the giant group of kids and walked to a group of kids I knew. Mostly through my brother but they weren't nerds like him.

"Every girl in school is jealous of you." They said smiling.

"Why?" I asked oblivious to the reason.

"Asher Greene is at the moment the hottest guy in school. And you got him wrapped around your finger." Ethan's girlfriend, Livy, says.

"He's not. He just doesn't have any friends."

"Doesn't look like he doesn't." Iris, another girl apart of the group, snickers. I turn and see Asher smiling and flirting with some blonde girl.

"Well I'm happy he's off of me. I don't think I could stand that." I said softly.

"Are you lesbian?" Iris asks.

"What? No!" I said.

"There's nothing wrong with it. I'm just saying no straight girl would be able to resist that deliciously tall man boy." She smirks biting her lip as her eyes scale down his body.

"I'm straight. Just not stupid enough to date him." I said rolling my eyes. They mumbled their last sentences giving up hope that I'd ever be gaga over Asher Greene. Especially not while I continue to refer to him as Asher Greene.

"Okay! It's time to buddy up and start stretching." The coach shouted as he stuffed a Twinkie in his mouth. I turned around to see Asher staring at me.

"I know you don't want to talk. But partners?" He asks. I nod and sit on the floor stretching my legs out and my toes.

"For some odd reason we need to teach you all CPR. So please lay one person on the floor. And use the manual I handed out. I'll be back in 15 minutes." Our coach said walking out.

"Well, that seems like a great coach." Asher says laying me on the floor. I chuckled softly and shivered as his hands moved away from me.

"Okay, I'm gonna put my hands here." He says pointing to the area under my boobs. I nod and sigh preparing myself for this. He pushes down on my chest and mumbles numbers softly.

"Do we need to go over mouth to mouth?" He asks me.

"Not if its not in that manual." I said sitting up. He leans back letting his back hit the floor. I put my hands one on to of the other and interlace them placing it in the area underneath his chest. I push and push, counting and then check for a pulse.

"Fortunately for you, you didn't die." I said wrapping my arms around my legs.

"Fortunately," he mutters back. It was an awkward silence. Many groups hadn't learn to do it yet so we were both sitting quietly.

"I wanted to apologize for my snooping earlier. You're just very amusing." He smirks at me.

"Thanks for apologizing." I said. I don't understand why he continued to try.

"Maybe I can make it up to you. What are you doing this Friday?" He asked.

"I'm busy," I said.

"Should've guessed that. But it was worth asking." He said standing up pulling his shirt up to scratch his stomach. I nodded and stood up walking to the locker rooms. This day was over. Well this school day.

I walked home alone. I didn't join clubs like Andy did. So some days I walked home alone. Others I'd go with Livy and Ethan but I hadn't watching them kiss so walking home was my escape. And at the moment it was my escape from Asher. I had no clue why my mind always drifted off to Asher. Asher this. Asher that. I needed to rid myself of that boy. I walked in the house not surprised to see Ethan and Livy exchanging mass saliva.

"Don't choke." I sang out walking to the kitchen to see my mom on the phone. She held up a finger motioning me to be silent. I nodded and noticed Rosalinda motioning me to the dinning room.

"Hey Rosie," I smiled sitting down. She placed a sandwich and a drink in front of me. Rosalinda never spoke. A word never left her always red lips. Well not around me. She'd been here for a good 7 years. By the time I was a freshman in high school I gave up on trying to get her to talk. She'd simply motion me places and I'd go.

"That was Mr. Greene. He said that he can't wait for the cookout on Saturday. He actually wants to make it a pool party too." My mother squealed walking into the dining room.

"Awesome." I mumbled munching on my sandwich.

"Tonight your dad's working late so I thought maybe we could make homemade pizza. Just you Ethan and Quinn."

"I would love to but I've gotta help Livy study tonight." Ethan said softly. My mothers face dropped ever so lightly. My mom was fragile. One little thing could make her go back to those very incredibly dark times.

"Fine, it'll be a girls night then. Channing Tatum, Zac Efron, and Young Leo with manicures and greasy food. Yum mom yum." I smiled at her. She smiled back at me and nodded her head.

"Exceptional idea Peyton. I'll go get the ingredients ready." She said excited. I waited for her to leave before I scolded Ethan.

"Are you seriously choosing your girlfriend over your mother?" I asked him quietly.

"Look, she can't depend on us whenever she feels like she's tipping. She's a big girl she doesn't need us cradling her whenever she gets her feelings hurt." Ethan defended.

"We are a family." I said.

"Just because you keep saying it. Doesn't make it true." Ethan said walking out of the kitchen. I ran a hand through my hair harshly and sighed.

"Fine." I huffed.

a/n

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