The Man with Two Pasts
She was too smart to be popular. Too pretty to be ignored. Too conceited to be tolerated.
Seventeen-year-old Iris Strasser can’t seem to blend in to save her life, and she just made everything ten times worse. Time travel must have seriously compromised her judgment, because somehow she’s blundered into a relationship she’s not ready for with way-too-popular-for-his-own-good Cory Holland, the one boy she hates more than anyone—and now, infuriatingly, has a crush on. Now every girl at Lakeside wants her head on a stick.
Screw her feelings for him. They can have him back. She can’t stand Cory’s prickish cockiness for one more insufferable second. Except breaking up with him also breaks something in the past.
Now, all that’s left of the boy she almost loved is a lingering hint of déjà vu. That, and a confused ache in her heart.
Because everyone knows Cory died a long time ago.
The Man with Two Pasts, Teaser #2
“Now we have to kill her,” Samantha moaned into her hands after parking her SUV in front of Pris’s house, eyes swimming with tears. “We have to.”
Pris stared at the one photo of Iris’s dead body they’d kept. “I’m not killing anybody, Sam. You do whatever you want, but I’m not.”
“I didn’t want to kill her, I just wanted to scare her, I swear.”
“Then why’d you give her the pictures? I told you not to give her the pictures, you ass.”
Samantha sniffled and looked up. “Why does it matter? We already had the pictures. We already know it happens.”
“Well…maybe it’s a warning, maybe we can change it—”
“We can’t, Priscilla. If we don’t kill her and send back pictures, we’ll create a paradox and then we’ll all die.”
Pris’s gaze dropped back to the photo. “What kind of stupid, evil prank is this anyway?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t come up with it.”
“No, but you’re going to in the next twenty-four hours.”
“Or maybe you do,” Sam said hotly. “Maybe it’s your idea, and it backfires. Did you think of that, Pris?”
“Maybe it’s not our fault,” Pris said hopefully. “Maybe we don’t kill her. Maybe she dies in a car crash on her own, and we just take the pictures. I mean, no one can say it’s our fault, right?”
“Oh, don’t be naïve,” Sam sneered.
“You know what,” Pris flung the photo at her and slouched in the passenger seat, arms folded, “I’m not going to be a part of this.”
“No, please!” Sam clutched her shoulder. “You can’t abandon me. We made a pact.”
“We never made a pact.”
“Please, Pris, I can’t do this alone.”
“What, kill her?”
Sam swallowed. “I’ll do it. I should be the one to do it. But I need you to take the pictures.”
“Wait a minute…” Pris sat up, her eyes narrowing. “What if we don’t actually kill her? What if we just hurt her really bad, so she’s almost dead, so she looks like she’s dead in the pictures.”
“I think when someone’s brain is leaking out their skull they’re dead.”
“Hold on, let me see that photo again.” She plucked it out of Sam’s lap.
“She’s dead, Pris.”
Pris whacked her forehead. “Oh my God, duh, we’re such idiots.”
She looked up, wide-eyed. “It’s a Halloween prank.”
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