Bad Intentions

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I laid curled into the blanket watching Netflix on Asher's laptop while he took a shower. He was very reluctant to leaving without knowing I was one hundred percent sure I'd be fine for the ten minutes he wasn't with me. Then I flicked him off and continued watching Netflix. Not like I had stopped.

"Babe, I've got a great idea." He says drying his hair with the towel.

"What?" I asked.

"There's a carnival down the street. Well it's a 45 minute drive. But we could go there then go visit some things on the town." He said. Most girls would think that's romantic. I thought there was way to much effort involved and no mention of food.

"How about, we go to the carnival then we go out to eat at some new age restaurant?"

"Sounds great." He smiles walking over and shutting the laptop.

"Why?!" I shouted. People had done so much worse to me. But taking my Netflix was like all of it at once.

"Go shower, panda." He chuckled.

"You are satan." I mumbled sliding off the bed and walking to grab my phone. Asher's phone rang beside mine and I turned it over.

ANDY.

"Asher? Why is Andy calling you?" I asked turning around. He stared at me realizing if he pretended he didn't know or if he said anything along those lines I'd know he was lying.

"To...talk to you." He said hesitantly.

"What have you been saying?"

"What?"

"Well it's obvious he's been calling for awhile. What have you told him?"

"Nothing. Just to talk to you."

"What's your password?"

"0-8-1-9. It's Gracie's birthday." He mutters. His call log was all calls to Andy and Priscilla.

"Asher have you even called your parents once?" I asked realizing something more was going on.

"They're worried about you."

"I'm going to take a shower and get dressed. When I get back either I want the truth or a better excuse." I said grabbing clothes out of my suitcase and walking into the bathroom. I threw Asher's phone on the bed. I contemplated what was happening. Worse case scenario is... Never mind best case scenario he's telling the truth.

"Best case scenario. Best case scenario." I muttered to myself. I got in the shower washing my hair and body. I had a hickey on my stomach and another on my hip. I rinsed all the soap off sighing. I wrapped my hair with a towel and my body with a different one. I looked in the mirror and saw three more hickeys on my neck.

"Good job Asher." I muttered squirting toothpaste on to my toothbrush. I ran water over the paste and put it in my mouth scrubbing and scraping anything and everything. Spit, rinse, brush, repeat. Over and over until all the toothpaste is gone. I slid on a floral romper and some black high tops. My hair was still wet but why would I care now. I put a flower crown on and attempted to cover my neck and face with makeup.

"Best case scenario." I muttered. I stepped out into the room and sighed.

"Andy's a drug dealer." Asher blurted out.

"He's a what?"

"A drug dealer. He wanted to tell you. There's so much more to the story but I think it's best if he tells you." Asher says.

"Asher what happened to no more secrets? Hmm? What happened to that?" I asked.

"I wasn't keeping it from you , I-"