This is a YA story about an innocent and bookish girl who falls for a moody bad boy and then is accused of killing him.
Prologue
I did not drown Aiden Kohl. I know no one believes me. His family told me so to my face during the trial. My best friend patted my head and made the zipper motion across her lips when I tried to tell the truth. “No need to lie, he deserved it.” Kelly smiled. I couldn't believe she actually said it.
Even so, they weren't there.
It was just him and me out on his parents’ sailboat at 4 am.
I huddled in his winter jacket and tried to stop my teeth from clacking. When I first put it on, he called me his snow princess. The thought made me smile.
Now he hung off the back of the sailboat, taunting me to come in. His dark green eyes were cruel as they bore into me. “Chicken shit,” he called me, among other things. One of his darker moods had set in.
Who the hell wanted to swim in the lake-- in February-- before sunrise? Aiden did. He always did things like that. So he laughed at me and let go.
I swear, when he let go, that’s the last time I saw him.
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