The Maia and Ross Diaries

C46 - R for Ruin

Jesus, save me.

Happy Valentine's Day Maia!

I have something to tell you,
so just take a chance on me after
school tonight...
I miss you.
-R

Attached we're roses, and they actually looked better than the stack of bouquets Austin sent me today. Yes, the lame part of the New Year was Valentine's Day and you'd think a daydreaming half perky bitch like me would be in to this stuff.

But why waste a perfectly good February day on ... on ... okay; love is an good excuse... some times... I'm just not sure I'm as "perky pants" as I'd used to be about it all. Valentine's Day as well as Christmas was I and mom's thing-- not in the way you're probably thinking.

But Austin had to leave with his family last minute, which is disappointing because I had an entire quo of Netflix movies to watch with him, plus Nutella to consume. Who cancels on that, AND leaves their girlfriend on the day WHERE you're supposed to show off your man to the other lonely girls --- point made.

Now Ross is practically sending me, meet-me-I-miss-you-babe crap, when we're "suppose to be friends." I should've known. And I wasn't coming anyway.

"From Austin?" The voice appeared from know where, when I realized the famous Haley Mitchell, stalking me as usual. "Or yourself?" She tried to joke, but I only kept staring at the letter, only to throw it in the garbage.

Ugh, I just wanted to shun everyone today. "Go away."

"Happy Valentine's day to you to, drama queen." She walked down the rest of the stairs, and all I did was just roll my eyes at the words that I wanted so desperately to disappear. I had know friggin diary... know boyfriend, Nina, know mom... I hate this stupid holiday.

Before Second Period

I used to love coming to school ...before boys existed in my life --- the hormonal ones.

Key word = [Use To]

Point = [Hormonal]

Also when I wasn't ignoring my best friend for being a backstabbing bitch, and that about summed it up. A boy's ego, a best friend's betryal all just makes Valentine's day all the more full of bull shit.

Key Word = [Bull Shit]

Point = [Back stabbing bitches]

Bull shit, I tell you.

I slouched over to my locker, exactly like a turtle. So far, everyone was giving me distance before I went PMS on them. Running my books into my chest from first period, feeling safe, only to be harassed to a pop up Allie entrapping her arm with mine, and jumping up and down "squealing." Pop up, like those ads on your screen you can never get off.

"Oh my god," I muttered grinning. "How much coffee did you have this time?" I laughed.

"A for D loved you!" She cheered.

"Yay," I flung open my locker door unexcitedly. Facing my attention into getting my second period books, flowers had flown out of my looker with R in red letters painted on the slick plash of the bouquets.

"Score bitch! Someone likes your tits!" Allie shouted, and I had noticed she had been drunk -- not caffeinated.
"Okay, will you not say that in public -- and Ross likes everyone's tits." I said irritated, and picked up all four bouquets throwing them in the recycling bin nearby.