Prologue

Landon 

I leaned against the locker next to hers, watching the side-glances and scared smiles people threw my way.

My reputation in this town was far from the greatest. Most people feared me, hated me or acted as though they liked me so that I wouldn't kill them.

It didn't work, either way and they knew that. Yet they still seemed to hold on to that lie to reassure themselves.

It was clear that she didn't find that out yet and I wasn't sure how much time I had remaining before she finally did.

She was the only person in a long time that didn't annoy me with their constant talking. I actually preferred when she filled the silence.

She was kind, helpful and always smiling around people. Her smiles weren't fake, though. She just seemed to be genuinely happy around people.

But she's going to hate me.