Prolouge

"W-what do y-you want from m-me?" I say on the verge of tears, holding on to my journal tightly.

I think he saw my eyes glistening and he knew that something was wrong. I started to panic. He leaned in for a hug but I backed away.

"I just want to be your friend. Why don't you want to be mine? I don't bite. What are you afraid of?" Justin says.

"P-people." I stuttered, barely audible, while a tear rolls down my cheek.