I Know What You Did Last Summer Novels & Stories

"Of course." "Oooh, someone's early." My work bestie, Lauretta called out teasingly as I strutted towards her cubicle, a triumphant look on my face. I plopped down on one of the seats in her office and spun the swivel chair around dreamily. "I know right! It makes me feel like there's just nothing I can't do... like I can take over the world." I sighed.

Summer gets out too. Aaron ~”Baby you can't come with.” Summer ~”Baby please don't tell me what to do.” Aaron ~”Just stay out the way then.” Summer ~”What did I just say about telling me what to?” Aaron ~”I think your bad ass is fucking hot but you cannot do this.” Summer ~”Baby.” Aaron ~”Yes I know, I should not tell you what to do.”

With just seven days left until the college entrance exam, the high school's PA system suddenly crackled to life during the morning break. “My name is Lily Smith. I’m a senior. Before I graduate, I’d like to confess my feelings to my crush.” Inside the classroom, every eye instantly locked onto Jack. The room exploded into rowdy cheers and teasing. Jack felt his face burn as his heart hammered against his ribs. After all, he had spent three whole years cracking jokes to help his childhood friend, Lily, overcome the deep dark pit of her depression. On her eighteenth birthday, she had even initiated their first kiss. “You were the light that pulled me out of the darkness. I hope that once

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

I have an ability that I can't tell anyone about—whenever I'm intimate with my girlfriend, I can see what she was doing exactly one hour earlier. In the past, what I see is her secretly buying sexy lingerie to surprise me; or her carefully following a recipe to cook my favorite dishes; or her nervously standing in front of a mirror, checking her makeup and dress over and over as she nervously prepares to propose to me. For seven years, everything she does in that one hour is always about me. Until three days before our wedding. The moment she kisses me, a vision suddenly flashes before my eyes. In a dimly lit lounge, she has my best friend, Tyler Reed, pinned against the door. He turn

Yet somehow… my mind still drifted toward a stubborn eighteen-year-old girl with pink bandages and reckless eyes. Ava. Even after three days away from her, she still found a way into my thoughts like she belonged there. And that was the real problem. I exhaled sharply and grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table, pouring another glass. Outside, Pasadena glittered beneath the night sky. Beautiful. But inside the hotel suite, I already knew the truth. This summer was becoming dangerous in ways I never expected.

I pulled over to the side of the road and tremblingly took out my phone. Instinctively, I dialed the most recent contact: Andrea. The phone rang for a long time before someone picked up. Loud music blared on the other end. It sounded like karaoke at a bar. Ethan's excited voice rang out. "Andrea, that's amazing! Open another bottle!" I struggled to speak. "Help… me… Allergy… medicine…" Andrea's voice was full of impatience and disgust. "Daniel, are you done yet? First you smashed a plate, now you're pretending to be sick? Do you think this is funny? Ethan's at the best part of his song. Don't ruin it!"

But he had forgotten that those seven years had cost me my life. Slowly, I pulled my hand away. The movement was slow, but resolute. "Seven years." I repeated the words, a faint smile touching my lips. "Yeah. Seven years. I ate moldy bread with you. I stood beside you when debt collectors splashed paint on our door. I thought we were struggling through hard times together. It turns out I was only wearing myself down." Conrad shook his head desperately. Tears streaked his face. "No. That's not true. I only ever loved you. What happened with Summer really was just an act."

SOPHIA’S POINT OF VIEW. “You see….I told you we would get that bitch.” I giggled, closing the door as soon as the officers left the house. “Summer won't know what hit her. She’s going to spend the rest of her life in a fucking mental hospital.”

Rose asked. Summer leaned back slightly and replied in a calm manner, "What do you mean by sabotaging you? I only slipped up once. You're the one who slips up all the time, so why can't I do it?" Rose was caught off guard by the question. "I do it by accident, but not you!" Rose said through gritted teeth. "Also, why didn't you speak up for me in front of Mr. Hartford Senior last night?" Summer shot back, "Didn't you tell me to watch my words? Didn't you whisper to me that it was all just a joke before Grandpa exposed you yesterday? What's wrong?