The Maia and Ross Diaries 2

C4 - Underdog

Dear, Journal

Why is it that we believe in all the negative things people say about us? Why we sink right back to the bottom once we remember the truth and it's verified and it's there. You didn't ask for it, but it's your life... That is one of the reasons I'm writing this sequel. That's how it is in elementary school, high school, college and all the other school's you may have to attend after that. But that's life. Only the best of us get it served cold.

And people defining you won't change until you realize you are fabulous enough to have your own thoughts about who you are and where you've been. And that's not always a bad thing and most of the time the storm you're battling is shallow. . . Most of the time.

So I guess it's time to buckle up again and weather my own storm... When I called Quinn telling her I was ready for a sequel, I didn't know I'd actually have to start sending her in chapters daily. I mean, a lot has happened since Ross left --- well enough, but I couldn't put everything to paper. I guess I'm scared to put my life in a book again.

They say pain makes people change. Well, If I'm on my way to figuring out who I am again, It must start with writing. That's the one thing I know that nobody can take away from me.

I was walking to the door after I heard the knock. Although I was back to buns and pajamas, I still looked on the bright side of my situation. Peyton was proud of me, I was proud of me, so really I was over with my five stages of grief.

I opened the door happily. Not even bothering to check the peep hole, I'd seen a frightened Laura holding a beaten Austin in pain beside her. "Oh my god..." Blood was flowing from his bottom right eye, and almost every where we're cuts on his forehead and lip. She was holding him from falling, but I instantly panicked.

"What happened!?" I shouted.

I didn't hesitate to pull Austin and Laura inside. My face became tense at the sight, and I nearly tripped over my own two feet when I thought of anyone hurting my friends.

"I don't know, but he told me to bring him to you!" Laura who'd normally be neutral, had a face of worry.

My Room

After Austin convinced Laura and I not to take him to the hospital, Austin oddly notified me that he wanted to talk to me alone.

We went up to my room, leaving Laura shaking downstairs. But I really needed to know what was going on. It wasn't long when I saw Austin at the school, alive and healthy. Normally I wouldn't let him sit on my bed, like I'd always used to do with Allie and Nina... but this was different. Every time Austin walked he let out a squeal and I could tell he needed me more than my ego.

"Who did this to you?" I sat on the edge of the bed, and he sat shaking in the middle. He was shaking his head, tears being held back in his eyes.

I grabbed his hand. I assured him I was here for him, but he froze for a few minutes. After a few minutes, he took a deep breath and looked me back in the eyes. "I was at a bar... and..."

I tried my hardest not to interrupt, but he paused so long that I was sure he was done talking. "It's my fault."

"How is it your fault that some stupid people hurt you?" I asked serious.

"Because I'm gay!"

My insides reacted to the words, and as I watched the tear roll down his eyes, I knew this was something that was going to eat me up for as long as I lived. I wasn't sure what to say, or what to do at the moment... I just froze.