"Does your fist hurt?" I asked sitting with Asher in the principals office. He glanced over at me smiling.
"Are you genuinely worried or are you just asking?" He asks.
"Tell me you dork or I won't care." I said crossing my legs.
"My fist is fine, Heath's face? Not so much."
"When I told you I was angry that didn't mean to hurt him." I explained. He chuckled.
"I've been meaning to punch Williams for a while." Asher shrugs.
"You only punch people when you need to."
"Who do you need me to punch?" He asks.
"No one, I need you to stop trying to save me."
"Shall we remember only 12 hours ago you almost attempted suicide?" He asks in a whisper. Asher and I were sitting rather close together. Close enough to almost be touching.
"I don't want to think about that. Any of it." I said interlacing our fingers.
"You don't have too. I won't force you. You know that." Asher says moving to untangle our fingers and moving me closer.
"Mr. Greene? Ms. Andrews? Principal Smith will see you now." A friendly secretary smiles. We walk in and sit in the two chairs he has set up.
"Mr. Greene, you did quite a number on Mr. Williams." The principal says.
"I take full responsibility, Peyton Elizabeth simply broke it up. And at an amazing time." Asher says.
"Ms. Andrews, you can head back to class." I nodded and walked out nodding towards the door. Asher nodded confirming he'd meet me out there after.
I waited in the office watching kids come in and out and listened to the office ladies gossip about which teachers are sleeping with each other and which teacher is having an affair.
"Peyton Elizabeth? How long have you been waiting here?" Mr. Greene says. I stand up immediately both of us seeing a very bored Asher walking out.
"Asher, you're here a few months and you're already getting into fights?" Mr. Greene asks. Asher rolls his eyes and walks out of the school. I follow behind him like a lost puppy.
"Asher!" I shout. He ignores me and continues to walk away.
"Asher! Goddamit! Asher you need to listen to me!" I say standing in the middle of the street. He sighs heavily and seconds later he runs over pulling me into his chest as a student driver races down the street.
"Godddamn! Peyton can't you go 2 seconds without putting yourself in danger?" He asks angrily. I'd seen many emotions on Asher. Smug, happy, curious, sad even. Anger was never one. Even when he was fucking up Heath's face he seemed controlled. His anger was always controlled. Except now. Except with me.
I cocked an eyebrow. If he thought I was going to apologize for caring about him and accidentally almost getting hit by a car he had another thing coming. Asher's hand tightened around my waist and he closed his eyes.
"I'm just tired, I'm just tired." He said wiping his eyes with his free, injured, hand.
"Come to my house, I'll fix your hand. And you can sleep in my bed." I said caressing his face.
"Did I mention how incredibly hard this 'just friends' thing is?" He asked kissing the palm of my hand. A shiver went through my body and I could tell Asher noticed.
"You may have brought it up once or twice." I teased. We both got in his car and rode it to my house. I was still immensely concerned about his hand. But in his defense he did have a pretty threatening talk with Heath before he punched him in his face. I was actually surprised he didn't just punch him in the face. Allan's car was in the driveway when we got home. I mentally sighed. I hadn't told Asher about that part of my night but I pretty much hated to see him. Or my mom. Or balding men. Or drug dealers. I don't know, I was in general scared.
"Your dad's home." Asher said turning his car off and getting out. I slid out and grabbed my backpack out of the backseat and walked to the front of the house unlocking the door.
"I'm home!" I shouted shaking my shoes off and walking into the kitchen. Allan's mom, Cynthia, was sitting there eating a sandwich with a glass of wine.
"My baby! Peyton, how've you been?" Cynthia asked.
"Fine, I've been better. Why are you here? Are you on the street again?" I asked sliding into a stool at the island in the center of the huge kitchen.
"Gotta make money the best I can." She shrugged. Asher walked in running a hand through his hair and shaking it out.
"And who would this be?" Cynthia asked her eyes lighting up.
"Asher, Cynthia. Cynthia this is my friend Asher." I introduced.
"Just a friend?" She asked. I blushed slightly at her implications. But thank god for Asher.
"Yes, we are just friends." He interrupts.
"Well, I wish I had 'just friends' like you in my day. I might've been a better everything. A mom, a grandma." She said rubbing my hand. I smiled at her. She didn't have to worry about being my grandma. Cynthia was great just the way she was.
"Well, you've got me Cynthia." I joked walking around the table to the fridge.
"I meant a man friend who's pleasant to look at." She said winking at Asher.
"Oh seems honest enough, we'll be in my room. Don't steal anything." I smiled pulling Asher behind me and up the many stairs.
"She seemed nice." Asher said sitting on my bed. I shrugged setting food on my dresser and turning on some music. The music was loud enough for no one to hear us if they tried and low enough so we could hear each other.
"Nice enough." I shrugged sifting through randomness in my room.
"She thinks we're dating."
"She won't put it past me." I said.
"But we aren't?" He asks. I bite my lip. Flashes of last night play in my head. Asher was amazing. I just wasn't in the mood for a boyfriend. I was intense. Regardless that I wasn't head over heels for him I wasn't good. I didn't have time to reassure and hang out with Asher when ever he got needy. I had a life to at least somewhat maintain.
"Do you want to?" I asked dumbly.
"Do you really need an answer?" He asked standing up to look at me.
"I need to know where we stand ya know?" I asked walking closer to him. His hands wrapped around my waist pulling me closer.
"Doesn't change anything. I'm not here to date you. I'm just here to be your friend. It's be considerably helpful if you thought about it though."
"Think about being your girlfriend? What about Hayley?" I asked gaining small sparks of confidence.
"Say the words and Hayley is history." He smiled at me.
"Yeah? But this conversation won't be." I said honestly. I was aware how this went down. He'd make fun of me every chance he got.
"You, Ms. Andrews, are terribly confusing." He smiles sitting back on my bed.
"Confusing?" I asked sitting on his lap so I was facing him. He was honestly so much bigger than me but it didn't really matter.
"Incredibly." He smiled leaning back so he was laying on my bed but I was still sitting up.
"I'll think about it." I said laying on his chest. My fingers traced stupid shapes and words on his torso. I could hear him falling asleep as I laid on him.
"Are you sleeping?" I asked.
"No." He hummed.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Thinking about you."
"Is that all you do?" I teased.
"Only thing in my life worth doing." He muttered in my ear.
"God, you're a cheesy fuck." I chuckled knotting and unknotting small strands of hair.
"Nice. Any other insults you'd like to list while we are at it?" He asked
"Yeah, um have I called you a junior Warbucks?"
"Many times, I'm still waiting for daddy, but take your time." He chuckled.
"I'm honestly in no rush." I said. I liked this. Absolute peace. Nothing to worry about. Except Quinn and the baby.
"So where's your sister?" Cynthia asks after Asher leaves.
"I don't know. Maybe at a friends." I shrugged eating a bag of popcorn.
"And Ethan?" She asked.
"He moved out."
"So it's just you and your mom here?"
"Unless Andy or Asher or some of my other friends are over then, yeah."
"Oh, must be rather boring." She muses eating a handful of popcorn.
"Incredibly." I muttered.
"How's your mom been? Where is she?" Cynthia asked looking around.
"Her room, she's going through some stuff."
"You're mother is always going through some stuff. She's been going through stuff since the day I met her." Cynthia said shaking her head.
"I wonder when all that 'stuff' will catch up with her."
"Soon enough, I believe evil has a way of finding even the most purest of people."
"Well, I'd hate to be on the other end of that theory." I muttered shaking the bowl of popcorn.
"Well, in all honesty it might just be my paranoia." She admits.
"You're really clean, aren't you?" I asked smiling softly.
"3 months, 3 weeks, 4 days." She smiles leaning back.
"That's good. That's really good." I nodded. We both sat in silence as we heard the stairs creek.
"Oh, Cynthia, Peyton, what are you both up too?" My mother asked obviously high.
"Just talking. Have you been taking your meds?" I asked as she sat beside me.
"All too well, my precious little girl. All too well." She hummed caressing my face.
"Penelope? Honey? Are you alright?" Cynthia asked holding my mother's arm.
"Never better! I've been thinking about my life and why I'm so unhappy. I'm not living up to my fullest potential."
"Hmm." I hummed attempting not to chuckle.
"I'm serious. I'm gonna get a job." She said. I didn't make any noise confirming or denying. My mom getting a job was like a 5 month old baby walking. Not impossible but incredibly rare.
"Penelope, love, if that will make you happy then so be it." Cynthia smiled.
"Oh! Great! I decided to be a substitute teacher." My neutral emotions faltered ever so slightly. My mom wasn't the teaching type. She had been once but now he's not.
"Mother, tomorrow is the oh so important banquet. I think I'll be going with a few friends." I said standing up and walking around her.
"Peyton!" She called out. I turned to look at her.
"I'm sorry." She smiled softly.
"Aren't we all." I muttered walking away.
This is a filler and it's only short because I've been unthinkably busy all weekend. I need to get a schedule but I don't want one
Um I feel like if I put my info here it'll just sit so maybe in a few more chappies.
Love Asher and live like Angela