The Maia and Ross Diaries 2

C29 - Zero Is Not A Size

"Listen up bitches, I have called you all here because you are the most convincing girls, of scammers and schemers that I know. And Nina, Allie you're my best friends." Maia shrugged, handing them all folders. Because of course I, Maia had a plan. 

"Why must you copy lines from Gossip Girl?" Nina rolled her eyes, adjusting the folder in her arms. Next to a confused Nina we're agreeing and tall postured Laura, Hailey, Allie, Santana, Donna, and Georgina, the girl that asked Maia for drugs at the bar Hailey and Maia collaborated at.  

After the shooting at Peyton's school I had only been pretending to be calm and smile in front of my friends. But I had put in the effort. I started having real conversations with Ross about it.
I talked to him and I missed talking to him... it felt good to not be having all these thoughts to myself for once. We talked about Ron finally being dead, about how I felt on the inside before the shooting and Peyton.

Peyton, Ross, and I went to all her deceased classmate's funeral. And even Brooke came with us only to cry her eyes out next to Peyton and I just crying at the funeral of innocent kids that did nothing. Their memorial was set at Easton. And I can't help looking up every now and then and feel like it was my fault they died. Because Ron was my fault... and I'm not sure where Ron is now, but I would like to forget about him. Really, forget. And move on. "Look, whatever this is, it needs to speed up because I promised Brittany I'd help scrap her leg hairs off." Santana folded her arms. 

"I have a date with Rocky." Laura bragged. 

"I thought Satan was your boyfriend." Donna just had to respond. "Nobody cares!" I interputted them. "This is about my life, and I need your help. All your help." 

"Yeah," Nina closed her eyes, only a second until she reopened them. "But it's a Friday Maia."

"Exactly, only seventy two hours to my daughter's fake Prom. You see, she's going with her girlfriends Imani, Melinda, and Yesmeania and you'd know from the Mitchell history prom's never go well for us. Ever. My grandma's prom, she got her hair lit on fire and fell in the punch bowl, everyone saw her panty line. It was terrible and at that her boyfriend dumped her at the end of the prom." I stood in front of the girls narrating, and kind of captivating. But of course Santana eyed me like I was crazy. "The point is I'm worried. First it was Nathaniel-"

"I get it." Georgina spoke up. "I'm no Maia and Ross diaries fan but I've read the book." She started to walk forward. "True." Santana agreed.

"At your last prom you got cheated on and your heart broken because of that tramp who couldn't get into college." Georgina added. 

"Don't try me tonight bitch" Allie waved her hand out annoyed as everybody huffed. Which is exactly why I needed them. They've all made mistakes in the past but they've managed to redeem themselves morally. But they all also know how to carry a scheme. 

"Open your folders heffers." I clapped my hands together. "Ron may be dead, and Nathaniel may be on parole..."

"And Ross may be fucking you every other hour." 

"Not the point. Jealous. I need your dastardly skills to keep my daughter safe at this prom because I know something's going to happen. Call it a third sense but I've been a bad mother to her. And I want to make up for it. Anyways, what do you all have to do on Friday!?" My eyebrows wrinkled together at where I was getting at. "It's better to be with you're sisters instead at a high school prom." I smiled.