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


32. /3:1/


"How stupid am I?" I asked sighing. Noel and I were in his living room drinking coffee and discussing the details of the last week. I mean except the sex parts.

"I know you don't want to hear this. But you sound incredibly stupid." Noel says.

"Ugh! Oh God, I don't know. I just knew that letting Priscilla kill that baby was wrong."

"But Andy is the father."

"He was selling drugs! He has good intentions. But a bad way of going through on them."

"Maybe this is what he needs to grow up. This is his second chance." Noel defends.

"Honestly Noel, how many second chances has Andy had? You can't relive your second chances through kids. I think we both know that never works." I said.

"Thank you. For that." He sighs sipping his coffee.

"I meant I just think that I shouldn't give him the benefit of the doubt."

"You're his metaphoric coffee. You're stunting his growth because you take his punishments. This baby is his responsibility. I know you hate to think of Andy having anything to worry about but this baby is what he has to worry about. You taking the baby from him is preventing him from learning from his mistakes. You have a great big heart and you only want what's best but you need to keep in mind the right thing isn't always what is needed in situations regarding children." Noel said.

"I know. But I'm not taking my chances. I made a commitment. I will go through."

"Well on that note. I'll call you a lawyer. Are you still taking Jasper to get fitted while I'm at my meeting?" He asked. I groaned. I had totally forgot about the birthday party.

"Yeah, I have everything under control." I lied. I had to meet Priscilla at the hospital to make sure the baby was okay. I also had a meeting with my parents lawyers and I needed to get down to the court and see about getting emancipated.

"If you need any help please call me." He says walking out the door. I nod and smile.

I wasn't calling him.

"Come on Jasper." I said sliding my shoes on and tying my hair up in a ponytail. Jasper bounced down the stairs and almost tripped on a teddy bear.

"I'm ready!" He shouted tackling my legs.

"Great. One small stop first." I said bending down to pick him up. I buttoned him into the back and got in the front pulling out of the driveway and down to my house.

"Now that your money's gone are you going to come live with daddy and I?" I sighed and racked my brain for ways to explain I wasn't someone made to have parents. Explain that having adults in my life was more a poison than anything.

"Um, not exactly." I said softly licking my lips.

"But daddy is so excited. He even made you a room." I sighed staring at the road. As I was about to speak my phone rang saving me from hurting this kids feelings.

"Hello?" I answered softly.

"Is this Peyton Elizabeth Andrews?" A male voice asked strictly.

"Yes sir, who is this?"

"This is the Indiana police department, we have Stephanie Quinn Andrews here with us? Are you her guardian?" The man asked. I looked at Jasper in the backseat as he was playing with his action figures. My breathing was frantic and I could barely listen to the man as he asked me repeatedly if I was Quinn's guardian.

"Ms. Andrews are you-"

"Yes, I'm Stephanie Quinn's guardian. Yes I am. I'm on my way now." I said hanging up.

"Where are we going?" Jasper asked.

"Jasper I lied. Two quick stops." I said turning back on to the main road.


"Hello." Asher smiled as I stepped on his front porch. He leaned to kiss me and I backed up nodding over to Jasper. Asher bent down and smiled at Asher.

"Hey little guy." Asher said giving Jasper a high five.

"Hey Asher." Jas said holding my hand.

"What brings you two here?" Asher asks standing up.

"I need a huge favor." I said. Asher cocked an eyebrow and nodded letting us in. Gracie smiled at Jasper and walked him away. Probably to stuff him with candy.

"Okay what's wrong?" Asher asks.

"Quinn is back."

"With the baby?"

"I think so, and I have to meet Priscilla at the hospital in 30 minutes. I also need to get Jasper fitted and make sure everything for the party is okay for next weekend."

"And how should I help you?"

"Can you handle the birthday things while I do everything else? I really can't have Jasper in half the places I'm going." I said

"Okay, I'll take care of Jasper. You be safe. If you need I can drive."

"Why would you need to drive?" I asked.

"You're upset. Driving upset is worse than driving drunk."


"I know."

"No you don't."

"Yeah trust me I do."

"Shut the fuck up." I smiled throwing my arms around his neck and pressing our lips together. I pulled away and walked to my car breathing hard. Asher was talking to Jasper as I pulled off and Jasper waved bye to me. I felt bad, leaving was something I hated. I just left Jasper. But I needed to get Quinn. That was my main worry. Was she okay? How was the baby? Is the baby even here? Questions swarmed my brain faster than I could catch.

The police station came into view and I huffed heavily as I walked into the smoke filled station. A security guard nodded to me as I walked to the magistrate.

"One second." The lady said not looking up at me. I muttered an inaudible answer and clicked my tongue against the bottom of my mouth.

"Yeah, I told her that she should leave him. I told her that getting married to a polygamist was a horrible idea. I told her that it was against gods will." The lady said. I strung my eyebrows together tightly.

"Ma'am, I'm here to pick someone up." I said leaning down to look at her over the desk.

"This is the magistrate not kiss and ride." She snapped going back to her call.

"Whatever." I muttered walking out of the room and wandering down the hall. I found a guy in a vest with a gun in a holster on his belt.

"Excuse me sir." I said. The man turned around and his face reminded me of someone I knew.

"Yes ma'am?" He asks.

"I uh- I'm here to pick someone up. Her name is Stephanie Quinn Andrews." I said looking behind him. The police were typing away looking quite important.

"She's here, we found her behind a Walmart in Minneapolis. She could've died. Her and that baby." He says staring at my face. His eyebrows crinkle a bit like he recognized me just as I had him.

"Ironic." I muttered. He nodded me to follow him as he walked through a long white hallway. He opened the door to a room and stood back as I walked in.

"Just holler when you're ready." The man instructed. Quinn was sitting on a chair on the side looking out the window. Cradled in her arms was a baby. I sighed and started walking sitting in the seat across from her. She looked different. She looked hard. Protective. She looked like a mother.

"You came." She said her voice whispering each word. I watched as she followed the words with her eyes.

"Did you expect me not to?"

"So she finally died?" She asked not yet making eye contact with me. I cleared my throat and pursed my lips.

"Yeah, the funeral was last week."

"That's unfortunate. I'm always late for everything."

"Funny how I don't think you mean only the funeral." I chuckled.

"Bad timing. Maybe." She shrugged.

"You never one for timing."

"How's Allan?"

"Not quite sure. He doesn't live in the house anymore. He moved to Washington, D.C. last week."

"So you live alone?"

"No. I live with Shawn and Christian."

"Who are they?" She asks turning towards me slightly.

"People with good timing."

"Time is the death of all innocence." She muttered.

"It's fucked me over a time or two." I admitted.


"Are you coming home with me? Or am I just here for your pure amusement?"

"Why would I find you being her amusing?"

"Because you're a child. Running away was a child move. Having underage sex with a man? That is what children do. And now isn't the time to be a child. You were going to die out there. Not a might have. No. You were going to die out there. Now, you can either sit here and trade casualties as though you don't have a baby in your arms and a black hole where your heart use to be isn't sucking up what's left of your physical being. Or you can let me help you." I said standing up. Quinn sighed and turned around. She finally faced me. I think that at that moment. Quinn had done everything she feared. She'd faced me. She'd disappointed me. She'd made me worry. I was what Quinn feared more than anything because I cared.

"It's easy to care for someone you don't love. It's also easy to love someone you don't care for." I said.

"I'm sorry." She whispered tears rolling down her dirt ridden face. She looked dirty and old. She looked so very old for someone who was basically a baby.

"Let's go home." I said walking to the door of the room.


Priscilla's baby was more than fine. She was healthy and was due in a few months.

"Just make sure you're eating healthy and you and your baby will be more than okay." The doctor smiles handing Priscilla pamphlets filled with tips and healthy options for her. It all looked overwhelming but the look on Priscilla's face made it seem like it was just a child's book.

"Okay thank you." She says as we walk into the hallway.

"If you need help with anything, I'd be happy to-"

"Save it."

"Priscilla. You don't have to do this alone. You have friends?"

"Oh you mean the friends that dropped me when I told them I was pregnant and probably had to drop out of the election? Those friends?" She asks

"I didn't know."

"You don't think I heard what you use to say about me? Prude, bitch, stupid? I had sex with Andy because people starting voting for other people. I needed to make a stand. I messed up. But I'm making a comeback. And fuck you if you think I'll just give up for some baby."


"So with that, no. I don't need your fucking help. Have a nice day." She said walking away. At that moment I realized what people meant about politician kids hating themselves more than they hate the fact that they are politicians kid. I need to take these days one at a time. I'm too tired to keep up with all these hormones.


Short I know. I'm sorry. I've had test after test. I'm trying to get back.

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