Hey guys! So I had intentions on updating yesterday, but my coach called and stuff (did I mention I'm a dancer?). I'm like so, seriously, fucking, pissed with this drama between Ross and she-who-shall-not-be-named. I thought the ship was gonna sail. But no. Thanks, Courtney. Oh, and expect no updates between the 24th and 26th- dance camp.

"So," I say to Austin as I go into the kitchen. He sits on one of the stools by the counter. "What's your story?" I got to the fridge and get out the apple juice. I grab a glass and pour some. "Want some juice?" I ask him.

"Yeah." I get down another glass and pour him some as well. "My st- that's enough- my story?" I walk to the counter and look at him.

"Yeah, your story. Home life, siblings, shit like that."

"Oh. Well I'm a virgin-" I then choke on my drink and spit it out on the floor, only earning a laugh from Austin. "Was that a detail you didn't need to know?"

"Yeah, kind of." I say in between coughs. He smiles and stares at me. "What?" I say, before a cough. He shakes his head and looks at me. I finish my cough attack and take a swig of juice. He sips his and I stare at him. He simply keeps it in his mouth and stares at me, trying not to laugh. I roll my eyes and go grab a mop and clean up the mess. He finishes his juice.

"So, I've talked enough. What's your story? Don't leave out a single detail." I go upstairs and come back down with a box of tissue and set in on the counter. "What, am I going to fap?" He stands up and unbuckles his belt. I stop his hand and it's directly on top of his manhood. He chuckles. "It was a joke. It wouldn't have been if you didn't stop me." He re-adjusts his belt and sits back down. "So, what I'm observing is it's gonna be sad?" I nod.

"So, I'm from Maine and my mom had a miscarriage so she became depressed for a while. Then when I turned four, I started being abused for no reason." I then let out a chuckle. "Maybe because of life and it's fuckery." He chuckles a little bit and allows me to finish the story. "Then the next eight years hurt like a motherfucker. God, I love Adam Levine. But yeah I still have scars. I looked down to unbutton my top and from the corner of my eyes, I see his eyes go wide.

"What are you-" I discard my shirt on the floor and show him the scars all over my arms.

"I always keep make-up on over them." I bring my arm back towards me and continue my story. "Then in eight grade there was a rumor that went around saying I was bisexual so I didn't have friends for two years and started cutting for a while. Then my parents stopped enrolling me in school after tenth grade and like five months back my parents forgot my birthday. I also considered becoming a prostitute but that's not important. Then I found out my Aunt Sophia was moving and that was basically my whole life falling apart because she was the only person I knew, besides my cousins, that cared about me.

"Damn, your life sucks." Austin said.

"Sucked. And you swallow. But on my birthday is when I found out she was moving thanks to my ignoramus of a cousin. But then she said I could move in with her when she did move. That's when we moved and my parents had fake ass smiles when they signed the papers. I finished junior year online and now I'm at Memorial for my senior year."

"You go to Memorial? I've never seen you there."

"Well, I only talk to Blythe and our group of friends."

"Your group just got bigger." He said.

"So, how was your date with two guys?" Blythe asks as she approached me at the mall.

"It wasn't a date." I reply, looking at her.

"Blake told me you guys were totally flirting."

"So you talk to Blake now?" I smirk.

"Yeah. I realized that not talking to guys was like... a stereotypical teenage girl thing.

"Finally. Damn, I thought you'd never catch on." She rolls her eyes. "And besides, Blake wasn't even the one I connected with." After I say that, I hear someone call my name. It took a couple times before I realized who he was.

"Hey." He says as he puts his arm around me.

"Hey Blake." I reply. He pulls me in tighter and kisses my cheek. A little intimate, but okay.

"I gotta go meet somebody at Lids. Bye Alls. By Blake." She walks away.

"So you wanna go meet Macey and Austin later?" Blake asks turning towards me.

"Macey?"

"Austin didn't tell you? He's dating a girl named Macey."

"Oh?" Is all I can say. I wish he'd told me when we kissed yesterday and told me he would've openly masturbated.

"Yeah, they're getting pretty serious. She's planning on screwing with him."

"Sure I guess." I had a feeling I was going to regret this.