"Billie? Who was it?" My mom questions from the kitchen.

"Some man named Stokeley. He wanted to let us know that the trunk was open, I guess you might've forgotten to close it." I walk back into the kitchen.

"Did you introduce yourself too? Or is it not any better than last time?" She looks at me.

"Mom." I say slightly aggravated. "You know how i feel about hanging around with boys."

"I understand Billie, but this is a fresh start, there isn't anything wrong with making a friend or two while you're here."

"I don't know yet mom," I frown, "Everything with Logan seems so fresh in my head,"

"Okay well, whenever you are ready I will be here with you and you can invite the boy over." She walks out of the kitchen leaving me to my thoughts.

'Billie,' I say to myself. 'Be careful,'

See the whole problem is, I can't trust anyone. I stopped going to parties, and hanging out with my friends because it seemed like everyone wanted certain things from me.

But I feel like I have a wall inside of my head that's also telling me what the right and wrong things are and seem like. Almost a gut feeling way to put it better in words. It's been built over the past 3 & ½ years.

Besides, who would wanna love a broken girl anyways?