He calls me beautiful, he likes my photos, he pulls up whenever I call, he listens to me cry about other boys, he gives me kisses on the forehead, he tells me when I'm wrong, and he loves me and protects me from all other boys. He looks at me with the softest, most delightful, playful, develish eyes. Like he knows I'll always come when he calls. He looks at me like he can turn my reckless, rebellious side into a delicate butterfly side. He watches the smoke swirl off my perfectly rolled backwood, thinking he has me completely figured out, wrapped around his finger. I could go on and on...

You have to keep your guard up at all times. These boys can't be trusted with anything now-a-days. I'm just Briana, a college student just trying to make something out of my life. I'm not trying to get off track. Ya'll can keep the unloyal, annoying, dead-beat ass boys over there, away from me. All they bring is drama and pain, two things I really don't need in my life.