Bad Intentions

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I hate exercise. But my astrological sign or whatever said that a good playlist and a jog will relieve a portion of your stress. So I was jogging around my neighborhood. As I stopped to catch my poorly regulated breathe I saw a pair of feet in front of me bouncing from one side to the other. I looked up to see Mr. Greene smiling at me.

"Mr. Greene," I said breathlessly. "Hey."

"Peyton Elizabeth, I didn't know you took jogs. I never see you." He says taking a drink of water from his work belt looking thing.

"Oh, no. I just read somewhere that I should get more exercise. But honestly I'm probably going to go eat at the diner down the block." I chuckled.

"Well, allow me to join you. I could always go for a good omelette." He smiles.

"Um, sure." I smiled jogging down the street. Mr. Greene was obviously jogging at a slower pace to make me feel better. God, if only everything was as easy as Netflix and food.

"Table for two." Mr. Greene said to the waitress. She looked him up and down and scoffed.

"You sit wherever. C'mon." I smiled pulling him towards a booth. I had school in 2 hours. I hadn't thought this through.

"Well, how's Stephanie Quinn? I hope you don't mind Asher informed me on the situations of your household." He says apologetically. I chuckled.

"Of course he did. Uh, I'm not sure. Everything so far has been oddly confusing and Asher doesn't make it any easier. But I need him." I muttered.

"Can I start you two off with any drinks?" An older woman asks us.

"I'll have a coffee. Black." Mr. Greene orders.

"I'll have a vanilla milkshake." I smiled. The lady nodded and walked off.

"He really likes you. When his parents died, I didn't think he'd ever talk about something like he talks about you. He's a lot like his mother." I gasped softly.

"His parents died?" I asked softly. I made Asher happy and I was a total bitch to him.

"Oh, he didn't tell you?" Mr. Greene asked furrowing his brow.

"No, he never mentioned anything about them. I assumed you were them. Well not them but his parents."

"No, we are his grandparents. We had Ashleigh at a young age and she had Asher at a young age also. Ashleigh was an amazing person. Asher was absolutely infatuated with her. She cared about him. There have been many girls since Ashleigh. Ones to help black the pain. His 'conquests' if you will."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." I muttered.

"Asher blames himself. I blame myself. Gracie blames herself. Gracie and I got over it. We realized that she lived as long as she would. Asher didn't quite understand. He had all these girls that cared about him and then you. He'd talk about you like you blessed the ground he walked on. Gracie, didn't like you. You cared nothing about Asher. We could tell. But Asher didn't care. He wanted to make you care. He wanted to make you feel how he felt when he was around you."

"We didn't see eye to eye. Maybe it was his need to be right about everything." I mumbled. The waitress set our drinks down and smiled.

"Can I get y'all something to eat?" She asked pulling a pen from her bun.

"I'll take a bacon omelette."

"I'll have a sausage biscuit plain with a side of pancakes and waffles and hash browns." I ordered. Mr. Greene chuckled and shrugged. The lady nodded and was about to walk away when I stopped her.