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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27. /2:6/

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The next morning all the women were in the kitchen making breakfast. Asher's great aunts and cousins. They all were quite interested in me. An orphan from a broken home put into yet another broken home. When the food was all done all the women fed their plus ones and so on. I took Asher a plate not really interested in meeting anyone. Not today at least. It was weird not being on Zoloft and always being happy. I was incredibly saddened.

"Thank you." Asher said pulling me into his lap. I nodded and picked at my bacon.

"So Peyton Elizabeth, has Asher been a good boyfriend."

"Ha, he's absolutely amazing." I said looking up.

"It's easy to be." Asher smiles.

"Are you in love?" Another family member asked.

"I think that's more of personal matter." Asher comments

"Love is such an exclusive word." I muttered immediately getting self conscious. I tried to slide off of Asher's lap but he visibly shook his head.

"Are you two not exclusive?" The woman asked her daughter jumping off of her seat and running to go play with other children.

"Exclusive in what matter?" Asher asks stealing bacon off of my plate. I shot him a glare attempting to steal my bacon back but failing and having Asher full on molest my hand.

"Well, I see you guys are working some things out." She chuckled.

"Yeah, he's a few steps of being exclusively single." I said standing up and pulling my shorts down as I walked to discard of my plate. A few of Asher's younger cousins, Isaac, Matt and Sean were sitting at the table texting. I could already tell that they had a crush on me. At least Sean who seemed to be the captain of the trio.

"Hey, Peyton." Isaac smiled walking towards me with his plate.

"Hey, Isaac." I smiled sweetly. He took my plate for me and pushed up his glasses walking to the sink to wash the dishes.

"Hey boys." I smiled at the other guys.

"We were thinking about hitting up a movie tomorrow. You wanna come?" Sean asks nodding me over to him.

"I don't see why not. Do you just need someone over 17?" I asked crossing my legs on the chair and pushing some hair over my face. I've never had so many people looking at me in the morning.

"No, just as a kind gesture. I know you're trying to make a good impression." Matt said. I personally liked Matt. He never tried to hard.

"Oh, that's sweet. Yeah, sure that sounds cool."

"We'll pay." Isaac added sitting beside me. I was in between Isaac and Sean. It was fine until I felt Sean's hand on my leg. I jumped up and blushed furiously. I put more hair in my face mumbling excuses to go to my room. On my way to my room I bumped into another family member wanting to talk. Then another. By the time I got to my room I was having a full on panic attack. I wanted to cry and fall on the ground. I went into the bathroom turning the shower on cold and sitting inside I laid on the shower floor in fetal position. I cried. Tears that contrasted the water temperature fell on my cheek and nose. You couldn't tell you were crying in a shower. Everything was just wet. Wet and sad. I was pathetic. I couldn't even handle a couple family members without drugging it up.

"Peyton?" Asher called. I mentally told him I was here. Mentally but I couldn't get up. He called again walking into the bathroom. He didn't look scared or frantic. He turned the shower off and left for a second. I sighed silently thanking god I didn't have Asher's clothes on. Asher came back in and wrapped a few sheets and blankets around me, swaddling me to his chest. He locked the door and carried me to the bed.

"Did you have a panic attack?" Asher asked laying beside me.

"I hate myself."

"Did you have a panic attack?"

"Why don't you hate me?"

"Peyton, answer my question."

"No, I just enjoy freaking out and crying in the shower with the temperature on freezing. It's a sport of mine." I said rolling my eyes.

"Do you want to hang out here for the day?"

"Kind of. I have a prior obligations." I said honestly.

"Henry told me you asked to get a tattoo."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Why not? You had no problem talking about last night."

"Because you're angry." I explained.

"No, I'm not angry. I'm just not enthused with the idea of you ruining any part of your body with ink." He said.

"You did it."

"If I jumped off a bridge would you?" He asked.

"Yes, because you'd catch me."

"Ha, yeah, I would." He smiled.

"I'm getting my tattoos. With it without you." I said honestly. Asher sighed and nodded in agreement.

"Fine."

"Great." I smiled relaxing. I also needed to slip away to get some medicine.

~*~

Henry made up some lame excuse to sneak Asher and I out of the house. He mentioned some uninteresting topics so I simply agreed and groaned as we get into the car.

"What?" Both men ask in unison.

"Okay, I swear I'm not stupid. But I may have accidentally forgot to think about what tattoo is wanted." I said biting my lip.

"Well you have two hours. Start thinking." Henry says

"I know I want small ones. And they have to describe my life."

"Well, tell me your life story. Start at the beginning." Henry said turning on to the highway.

"Well, I was born behind a Walmart in Tallahassee. My birth parents soon gave me up and I was adopted a year later. Around 5th grade my birth father found me and asked for visitation rights. So I spend 3 months with them. I lost my virginity during a bet but it was to this guy who got my sister pregnant. This was freshman year. Yeah that was fun. After that I was sort of just dealing with myself then my mom had a mental episode and stabbed me in the stomach. She's better now. But everything since then has been pretty screwed up." I said looking at my hands.

"That's a pretty bad life. I mean, I've never seen someone survive so much shit. It's kinda lotus of you."

"Lotus of me?" I asked looking up.

"Yeah, I mean lotus flowers are the most beautiful flowers and they grow in shit places. Dirt, pollution, the worse the place the more beautiful the flower." Henry said.

"You could also get a lion. Lions protect the pride. They take care of their love ones and they hurt anyone who tries to challenge them. They don't love a lot of lions. They know the more you love. The more you get hurt." Asher said. I remembered telling him something close to that before.

"I'll get one on my finger and one on the inside of my thigh."

"Personal." Henry hummed.

"Well, I think that this will be cool. I mean think of it like getting inspired. I'm a lost cause it's in my blood. But I can turn that into treasure. Because the things that are lost are usually found and cherished." I said.

"That sounds like a 'losing builds character.' Type speech." Asher chuckled.

"Losing does build character." I said.

"You'd only know if you at some point in your life were a loser." Henry said.

"Nobody wins all the time."

"Yeah, Grant has never lost. Ever." Asher said.

"That's a lie." I fought.

"Look it up." Henry said.

"Anywhore, who is your friend?"

"Anywhore?" Asher asks.

"I want to know who is giving me my tattoo."

"My friend Chuck, he is a up and coming artist in Phoenix."

"Two words that should never go together. Up and coming and Phoenix."

"That's three words."

"Asher."

"Yeah?"

"Shut the fuck up." I said rolling my eyes.

"Nice relationship." Henry chuckled.

"It's become a thing. She tells me to shut up, I tell her she's beautiful."

"So now that we're out of ear shot of those losers, are you guys having sex?" Henry asked. I choked on my spit and coughed at how forward he was.

"Um no." I said.

"Good, I have some key rules. So that in the future you don't have children."

"Of course you do." Asher chuckled.

"Rule one, before you hump, protect your stump. This can also be said, cap before you tap."

"Nice."

"Rule two, spitters are fucking quitters. If you fucking commit to sucking dick then you commit to swallowing come." Henry said.

"You got something to get off your chest?" I asked Henry.

"Shut up, rule three. Foreplay is the way. Just because you're young doesn't mean you don't like foreplay."

"Are we any closer to Phoenix?" I asked scooting away from Asher."

"No, rule four socks don't rock. Socks are fucking weird. They feel weird they smell weird. Take off your socks."

"Now?" Asher asked. It rolled my eyes.

"Rule five, you won't like it at first. Don't hold the first time against each other. It'll be weird because you won't know what you both like." Henry continued. I sighed and laid my head on the window. This was going to be a horribly long ride.

~*~

"Chuck, it's a tattoo. You literally are drawing on her finger and inner thigh." Henry sighed covering his eyes as I slide my shorts down my body. Chuck's head was incredibly close to my no-no square. I could see Asher was noticing the same thing.

"Chill, Asher. I'm not going to fuck your girlfriend." Chuck said filling the tattoo syringe with pen. The needle touched me and I breathed in heavily closing my eyes as the pain continued. Asher rubbed my forehead.

"Shut up Chuck and give her the damn tattoo." Asher muttered looking at a tattoo book.

"Both of you shut up. Asher stop being you. Chuck focus on my tattoo."

"I was focused on the inside of this thigh way before you pulled down your pants." Chuck flirted.

"Chuck, don't be a pedophile."

"Henry, do you remember that you brought not one, but two underage kids into my shop to get tattoos."

"I'm the only one getting a tattoo." I said cringing at the pain.

"Okay, but how many kids are here? Two." Chuck answered.

"Chuck you are so very annoying." I muttered.

"Open your legs wider." Chuck muttered.

"Hmm." Asher hummed angrily.

"Asher, come here." I said motioning him with my fingers. He looked down at me and arched his eyebrow. I motioned him closer and he bent down so I could whisper in his ear.

"I promise you'll see more than the inside of my thigh before the end of spring break." I whispered softly. Asher smirked and walked to sit on the stool beside me.

"Halfway done." Chuck muttered letting me look at it. Half of the lotus flower petals were done. The petals were small but grew bigger each layer. It was beautiful.

"Okay! Let's hurry up. I still have a fucking lion to get."

"Don't rush perfection." Chuck scolded

"To bad you mom didn't think like that." I said cringing as the needle made contact again.

"Damn! She's literally fucking your whole life up." Henry chuckled messing with his phone.

"Two people you should mess with. The guy doing your tattoo and the guy doing your STD test."

"What about the dentist?" Asher asked.

"Or the guy making your food?" Henry asked.

"Or the guy cutting your hair?" I asked.

"Okay! Now I'm calling for a silence. Silence in my studio." Chuck said.

"Don't fuck my thigh up." I muttered before earning a glare from Chuck. I zipped my lips and pretended to throw the key. Silence in the studio.

~*~

"Look at it." I said jumping on the bed over Asher's body.

"I can't you keep moving." Asher smiles.

"I'm so excited. I got tattoos!" I squealed jumping and landing on my knees. Asher held my waist as I moved my shorts down my body to show the pretty little flower.

"It's beautiful." Asher said running his thumb over it. I hissed.

"Sorry." He muttered.

"Surprisingly it doesn't hurt as much as the lion." I said.

"Tomorrow is our day. My family is going to a carnival and Henry is going to a morning strip club."

"Sounds nice." I said smiling.

"Yep. They'll leave early and spend the night there. The cabin is mine and yours."

"There's only eight people living in this cabin. Where are they going? To stay with you cousins?"

"Not my problem. For the next 36 hours you're my only problem." He smiles.

"Your family is intimidating. You think they'll be mad that we won't go?"

"My family is filled with self centered ass holes. Everyone only cares about what they didn't get."

"What you didn't get stops being important when you lose what you needed." Asher said.

"Speaking of what I need." I muttered sliding off of his waist.

"I got you a present." Asher smiled sliding off the bed and grabbing his laptop. I sighed. I was in such a rush to leave a few days ago that I forgot my own. Ashes Mac came to life lighting up and asking for a password. He types in his password and he clicks on a button on the side. It immediately shows my favorite app.

Netflix.

"Netflix!" I shouted clicking on my long lost friend.

"It's been awhile since you watched it and I know that it keeps you gradually happy.

"Thank you so much! Oh my god! This is the sweeter thing anyone has ever done for me." I smiled typing in Skins and wrapping myself in random clothes of Asher's I had and cuddling up to him. He smelled like vanilla and coffee. He smelled really smart. Asher's eyes were closed before the second episode came on. A small hum left his lips as he breathed in. I moved slightly and Asher changed his position so his arms were tighter around my waist.

"Asher?" I asked. He didn't reply. Here was my chance.

"Asher Greene. I'm so pathetically in love with you. With the way you smile and touch me. With the way you write you name on top of your homework and notes. I'm in love with the way that you smell like vanilla and coffee. I also hate that you made me love you so terribly. Because I know you'll hurt me. Even if you say you won't." I muttered. I pressed my lips to his forehead.

"Asher, I love you." I said. I shut the computer off sliding it off the bed. I turned off the desk lamp to my side and I pulled the blanket over us both making us warm and forcing us to cuddle. My eyes closed and I breathed in Asher's scent one last time.

"I love you, Peyton." Asher said in the darkness. It was clear and low. I pretended to be asleep.

"I love you and I won't hurt you." Asher muttered in my ear kissing my neck and resting his head on my shoulder.

a/n

I ended this awkwardly

+hot cabin sex

+they got tattoos

+well Peyton did.

+rules on sex

+Chuck the Tattoo artist

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