reading community who has reached out to me to help promote this new series. All of you know who you are, and all of you are awesome! And for all you readers, yet another reminder: Never Have I Ever is a work of fiction, and I dearly hope none of you emulate the club’s sinister and often dangerous pranks. I hope you enjoy reading about Sutton’s spooky coven, but please don’t try any of her tricks at home!
Finally, a huge, exciting thank-you to Andrew Wang and Gina Girolamo at Alloy LA for developing these books for TV, Chuck Pratt for writing an amazing Lying Game pilot, to Alexandra Chando for playing such a convincing and loveable Sutton and Emma, and to everyone else working on the show henceforth. You all are amazing for believing in the books, and I can’t wait to see the series when it airs!
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NEVER HAVE I EVER
Copyright © 2011 by Alloy Entertainment and Sara Shepard
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FIRST EDITION
EPIGRAPH
A half-truth is a whole lie.
—YIDDISH PROVERB
CONTENTS
Epigraph
Prologue: An Unwanted Visitor
1 She’s Seen Him
2 A Boy Named Trouble
3 Everyone Loves a Poet
4 Homecoming Hangover
5 Game, Set, Outmatched
6 Little Emma in the Big Woods
7 Night Hiking
8 What Now?
9 Starstruck
10 Gonna Getcha
11 Party of Four
12 I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar
13 Love, S.
14 If the Key Fits
15 Project: Run Away
16 The Makeup
17 The False Bottom
18 Visitor for Vega
19 Catch Me If You Can
20 Blood Doesn’t Lie
21 Mother Knows Best
22 Seek and Ye Shall Find
23 The Psychopath Test
24 Who Do You Think You Are?
25 Sound the Alarm
26 Foreclosed but Not Forgotten
27 One Flew the Coop
28 We All Fall Down
29 Like Poison
30 Cheese, Milk, and Ex-Cons
31 Meet the Mercers
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Credits
Copyright
PROLOGUE
AN UNWANTED VISITOR
If anyone had peeked through my window, they would have thought it was just a normal slumber party, a festive night that involved popcorn, manicures, and six gorgeous girls from the most exclusive clique at Hollier High giving each other makeovers, sharing juicy gossip, and plotting their next prank for the Lying Game. My iPhone had dozens of photos of past sleepovers that looked exactly like it: a shot of my best friend, Madeline, holding up a picture of a model with fringe bangs and asking if the look would flatter her heart-shaped face; one of my other besties, Charlotte, sucking in her cheeks to apply the new shade of blush she’d bought at Sephora; one of my adoptive sister, Laurel, snickering at a D-list celeb in Us Weekly; and plenty of photos of me, Sutton Mercer, looking like the glamorous, powerful “It girl” I was.
But on this particular night, something was different … and five out of the six girls didn’t even know it. The girl my best friends were laughing with, the girl they thought was me … wasn’t. Because I was dead. My BFFs were talking to my long-lost twin, Emma, who’d taken my place.
I’d died a month ago and was now perched somewhere between the land of the living and the great beyond, watching my life continue, but with Emma as the star. Everywhere she went, I went, like we were still sharing the same womb. Bizarre, right? I didn’t think the afterlife would be like this either.
That night, I watched as my twin sister sat among my friends. Her legs were curled beneath her on the plush white sofa in the exact same way I used to sit. Her heavy-lidded eyes sparkled with my favorite silver MAC shadow. She even laughed the same way I did—loud, staccato, and a bit sarcastic. Over the past month she had perfected my mannerisms, answered to my name, and worn my clothes, all with the aim of being me until my murderer was exposed.
The worst part? I didn’t even remember who killed me. There