Bad Intentions

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I was brushing my hair the next day. Last night with mom you could tell she was off her meds. She was clingy and emotional. But that's why we were here. We were here to make her feel better. I even gossiped with her about Seth. My mom liked Seth. He was sweet and smart and funny and adorable. She even offered to make snacks. Asher didn't even attempt to talk to me today. Luckily I didn't care.

"Peyton! Seth is here." I huffed and looked at the clock. He was early. I walked down to the living room and Seth was there looking casual. I forgot that he wore something other than our school uniform. He wasn't even wearing his glasses. Instead, he was wearing black skinny jeans and a polo shirt.

"Hey, you're early," I said tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Sorry." He muttered. I took his hand and pulled him down the hall.

"Mom we'll be upstairs, okay?" I asked before opening the door to the attic.

"Okay, do you need anything?" She asked.

"Um, no not right now," I said climbing the ladder to my room. Seth followed behind me stood looking around.

"Nice setup." He smiled.

"Thanks, attic rooms is a hard thing," I said sitting on my bed and patting the spot next to me. He sat beside me and leaned back on one of my pillows.

"Have you seen Carrie?" I asked him scrolling through Netflix.

"Nah, I heard it was stupid."

"Well, you will love it. Regardless of the female blood and gore in the beginning." I joked softly. He chuckled and agreed. The movie played and there was no talking between the both of us. I felt fingers touch my hand and I interlaced mine with his. My head leaned on Seth's shoulder and before I knew it my eyes were fluttering closed.

~*~

"So how was your date with Seth?" Quinn asked as we packed our pool bags for the cookout. Quinn had left her hair down in intricate curls.

"It wasn't a date. It was two friends hanging out." I said walking out to the car and getting in the back seat of the Odyssey.

"Oh, of course, it wasn't. Look, you've got this cute smart guy who obviously likes you and you've got this sexy bonafide man-boy who makes you want to literally pee your pants."

"Asher Greene doesn't make me want to pee my pants."

"Then stop calling him Asher Greene." She smirked at me. I scoffed and ruffled my hair looking at my cell phone. Ethan was out for the month with his birth parents. You've gotta love spring. Mom and dad usually made us feel more special when one of us was gone.

"Okay, now the Greene's have invited us here out of kindness. Please don't be rude." My father said. He eyed me from the rearview mirror, warning clear in his eyes.

"Am I wrong for feeling like that was targeted towards me?" I asked smirking at my mom. My father sighed heavily mumbling something under his breath. The car ride wasn't long. Two blocks east of our house and we stopped at the gate. The man guarding the gate had dark hair and pale skin.

"State your name and business." He said professionally. His voice was low and he spoke slowly.

"Andrews, cookout." My father said. The guard looked at his clipboard and waved us through. The driveway to the Greene's house was a long road with huge bushes that ran on each side.

"I feel like I'm in Narnia," Quinn whispered. I nodded in agreement. The whole setup was out of this world. The cobblestone road was swept and polished. The bushes were trimmed and in a height tall enough so you couldn't see the outside world. Each bush was individually traced with red roses. We parked in the driveway that had a statue of Athena in the center.