He’d set out to destroy me. I should have hated him but I couldn’t.
The summer before I moved to Spring Meadow, the horrific death of a Vestamont High student rocked the entire community. He’d been popular. Liked by all. His death had struck everyone because no one had ever been able to figure out what had happened to him.
But I moved here amid the chaos as the new girl. No one wanted me there and they wanted to make sure I knew just how badly I wasn’t wanted.
As for him, the worst of them all, there didn’t seem to be a line he wouldn’t cross. I wanted to hate him because it would have made things so much easier.
The only thing I had to do was to survive my senior year and then I could say goodbye to Vestamont High and goodbye to Spring Meadow forever.
Nine months… how hard could that be?
Turned out at Vestamont High, it was going to be a lot harder than I could have ever imagined.