Bad Intentions

"Does it bug you?"

"Does what bug me"

"Does it bug you that I know you better than you know you?"

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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 first day of school always reminded me of two things. One; I'm trash and two; I'm trash. There was always the reoccurring thought that maybe this year I wouldn't hate people as much as I do. Then I walk outside and see people and realize there's no way in hell I'll make it through the year with these people.

"Are you ready for your first day?" Shawn asked me. I had been trying to get back in a social circle but everyone seemed to be freaked out by the whole baby thing.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I mumbled kissing Preston and Holdyn on the forehead. Shawn drove me to school in his broken down art truck. Which was just a regular pick up truck but was used for carrying art. The morning consisted of a weird amount of rain which splashed against the windows and windshield. I could hear my heart thumping in my chest as memories of the tweets and posts on the towns scandal rolled around my head.

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It all made me sick. I don't know how long I was going to pretend that I wasn't going to have to deal with the rumors. I was just exposed to my entire town. Priscilla and Andy both don't talk to me. I'm basically the baby thief of Mendona. Shawn pulled up to my school and sighed.

"My senior year I met Christian. I pretended to be straight, Christian was an ass." He chuckled.

"Christian was out?"

"Christian was so far out of the closet that the 'closet' didn't know how to bring him back in closet. But since Christian looks like Christian nobody cared." Shawn said. Christian was the sexiest guy I'd ever met. On my long list of sexy people I met I feel kinda bad that Asher's third on that list. Christian looked like an underwear model and the way his body moved you'd think he was one. The second was Henry. For obvious reasons. Henry looked bad. He looked like the actual representation of danger. It felt wrong to think like that since he was Asher's uncle. But I do admit to lying about not being able to exercise with him after that one time I went. To keep it as clean as possible my thoughts were not clean.

"I understand." I muttered trying to not go on a mental sex run.

"Should I pick you up later?" He asked. I sighed.

"I'll call you." I said sliding out of the truck. He nodded and waved as I walked into the school. My uniform was holding on to my body as best it could. I'd spent the majority of my summer staying incredibly fit. I realized life is too long for YOLO. I needed to start thinking about the future. And in the future I didn't want wrinkles and laugh lines. I'd been moisturizing and exfoliating. My health and long term beauty distracted me. Distracted me from the loneliness of not having Asher with me. Distracted me from the fact I had no friends at school this year. Distracted me from the hate I was getting. As long as I was beautiful who cares what those jealous hoes think?

My feet dragged as I entered the school. Faces turned to leave look at me then went back to whispering. I sighed heavily and walked forward. My eyes seemed to lock with everyone at once. I had a bullseye on my back and everyone was trying to hit it.

"Ow!" A girl said as she fell back in front of me. I bent down and started picking up her mass collection of English literature.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" She said staring at me.

"It's okay." I muttered stacking her books the same way I had done for my sister this morning and last night.

"Um, I'm Veronica, my friends call me Roni." She said holding her hand out.

"Peyt-"

"I know who you are. Mendona is a small town." She said nodding.

"Well, here are your books. I think Hamlet is better than Macbeth. I've read both three times." I smiled walking off.

"Wait! Peyton!" She shouted after me. I slowed down so she could catch up and looked over my shoulder at her.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"That didn't mean I didn't want to talk, I knew you way before the whole baby thing. And personally I think you are totally faultless. Andy could carry an egg in a pool and still crack it. What you did was nice." She said.

"Thank you. I left because I'm a social pariah. If you hang out with me you'll be one too."

"Since when did you start caring about social terms? You're actually in the running for prom queen, class president, school president, president of the decorating committee, homecoming queen. You technically rule this school." Veronica told me.

"But Twitter has a different view." I muttered.

"Did they say your name?" She asked.

"I mean, running away when you have a baby was pretty obvious."

"Yeah obvious toward Priscilla. You are some girls hero." She explains.

"Well. There's going to be a rude awakening to anyone who actually think I'm going to run." I said continuing my walk to my first class. I've got a good five minutes left so I pull out my phone and call Asher.

"Good morning, beautiful." Asher says after three rings.

"Hey, babe. Look I have a problem." I said looking at my classmates in a new light. Admiration plastered on their faces.

"School hasn't even started yet." He said yawning.

"Yeah, I know. It hasn't and I've already been nominated for every position in this school that a senior can take." I muttered harshly.

"What are you going to do?" He asks his voice groggy and dead.

"Um, nothing. I plan to pretend like this isn't happening. Remember? Stay low and get out." I reminded him.

"That was before. You've got great things coming at you. I say run. Campaign a little. Priscilla isn't running against you. You're a shoe in. You've got sympathy votes, popularity votes and even minority."

"I'm white."

"Aren't you like a sixth Alpachi Indian?"

"No! When did I ever claim to be any percentage of Indian!?" I asked in a whisper trying not to draw attention to myself.

"Anyways, do this and you'll have a full ride to any college."

"How am I going to win? Seniors are voted in by not only the school but the towns people." I said focusing my eyes on the clock.

"Look, class starts soon. So call me when school ends and we can discuss this. Okay? I love you."

"I love you too." I said hanging up my phone and walking into my history class.

~*~

The last person I planned on bumping into was Hayley. But bumping into both her and Seth in one day seemed like my own personal karma.

"Look," Hayley said as I stood in the lunch line. "I wanted to talk to you." She said as I blatantly ignored her.

"I see that. That's kinda why I'm not responding." I said.

"It's not about Asher. Or Sunshine. Or anything else I've done to fuck you over." She said sitting with me at a table outside. She looked good. Happy.

"Talk."

"I'm sorry. I realized after I got wasted and abandoned in a old factory that I'm jealous of people like you."

"People who?" I asked biting into my sandwich.

"People who don't need to have a guy tell them how good they are in bed to make them feel good. People who can ignore the people who are bitches to them."

"Oh! People who have a moral?" I snapped annoyed.

"Look you honestly have all the reason in the world to be mad. I purposefully made sexual advances at Asher purely to feel good about myself. Purely to feel that...I don't know! To feel that I'm better than you at something."

"I don't even know you."

"Yes, but I know you. Asher was so clearly in love with you from the moment you turned him down. It was like you did things to his brain that I couldn't even imagine doing to his dick."

"What are you trying to say? Are you apologizing?"

"No. I have nothing to apologize for. I will say I wish we could start over. I want to be friends. And I'm willing to embarrass myself to do it." She said honestly.

"What do you know about campaigning?" I asked raising my eyebrow.

Seth.

Seth.

Anyway I said it, anyway I rolled his name off my tongue I still didn't like him. I didn't like the way he ran his hand through his hair or the way he stuffed his hands in his pockets like he was trying to find a pair of keys. I hated the way his smile started from one side of his face and eerily creeped to the other side devouring his face and unintentionally brightening his eyes. For the most part I hated that I didn't hate him.

"It's been awhile." He said at the end of the day as I wrote my name on the packet our English teacher handed out.

"Not long enough." I muttered in a sing song voice.

"So you can forgive Hayley but not me?"

"Hayley didn't break up with me, have sex with me and then at my mother's funeral ask to get back together."

"It would've been a bit weird if she had." He said.

"Unbelievable." I snickered.

"I'm just thinking. Asher is off in college probably in bed with some bogus blonde right now. And you're here being faithful."

"Not only blondes go to college." I said signing off on his ignorance.

"But the ones who do get fucked senseless."

"I don't think you can fuck to get sense put into you. So I assume that's the only type of fucking he could be doing."

"You always had a tendency to hide behind your humor." He says looking straight ahead.

"Only thing I could count on."

"Let me ask you this, when you start getting horny what are you going to do? Fingers only satisfy you so much."

"Not the way Asher uses them." I smirked.

"I'm serious."

"You think I wasn't?"

"So what are you going to do? Be horny only on vacations?"

"I will schedule my hormones on seasonal vacations." I said.

"You're so fucking stubborn."

"What do you want me to say?"

"I want you to think about what will be smarter in the long run. We worked good together. We were a smart couple."

"But I don't want smart. Smart broke us up. Smart was unethical...do you recall?" I asked as the teacher made his way to the front of the class.

"I made a mistake."

"Yes, we all do. But mistakes are just that. Missed takes, tries that were unethical."

"Peyton."

"Class, welcome to Young Adult Literature. I'm Mr. Bugsby. Our first book will be Twilight, by Stephanie Meyer." To this part of the class groaned. I sighed and scratched the back of my neck.

"Mr. Bugsby," Skylar raised her hand. This was the first time I'd ever seen her and Cathy apart. "Twilight is based on Romeo and Juliet, shouldn't we just read that?"

"Well, I'm happy you both brought that to attention. We will be comparing both books. Showing the symbolism within each of the scenes. For one. Instead Of full family's keeping them apart it was more society. Both of their societies forbid them with the other. Bella represents Juliet. When Juliet found she loved a Montague, she said that if Romeo didn't change his last name, say he loved her and she'd change hers. How does that relate to Twilight?"

My hand slid up and Mr. Bugsby seemed rather surprised that I raised my hand.

"Ms. Andrews." My name rolled off his tongue and crawled on the floor. My voice watched as my name rolled to the front of my shoe. I nudged it with my toe and cleared my throat.

"Bella would give up her mortality to be with him. Edward, that is." I said licking my bottom lip.

"Very good, Bella's mortality is her Capulet name. Now..." The teacher went on and I sighed staring at my notebook. I decided to write. My hand went faster than my mind and when I reread my work I found words that didn't even fit. Little words like 'its' and 'thes' that were sprawled over the page like cats stretching on an early Sunday morning. My tongue ran against my rough lips.

Chapstick.

I need to buy Chapstick.

I texted Asher while the teacher wrote something on the board.

Me: buy me Chapstick.

I put my phone away and sat relatively still. A girl by the name of Roxanne sat next to me. My ears rang by the loud uneven sound of her breathing. I decided to count how many breaths it took Roxanne to take before Asher text me back.

1

2

3

4

This game went on and I almost stopped at 725 but my phone buzzed. Luckily the teacher had been very busy reading Harry Potter.

Asher my love: shall I mail it to you or should I just wait until thanksgiving when I can take it off?

I chuckled.

Me: bring it on thanksgiving.

Asher my love: that pick up line was amazing. And all I get is, bring it on thanksgiving?

Me: I wasn't thinking you needed a play by play of what would come on thanksgiving. But yes it'll go to waste.

Asher my love: then why buy it?

Me: b/c my lips are chapped... Duh

Asher my love: I'll talk to you after class my love. An yes I'll buy you Chapstick.

I put my phone down and smiled as I saw a confused look on Seth's face.

He wasn't with a blonde bimbo, he was more afraid that if fuck Seth than anything else.

He trusted me. And I'm going to trust him.

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