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Prerna Pickett - If You Only Knew

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A boy recently released from jail and the daughter of a prosecutor fall for each other against the odds in Prerna Picketts YA novel, If You Only Knew.
Corey has just been released from jail, and all he wants is a new beginning. But when his former gang comes knocking, Corey agrees to vandalize the home of Kent Hopper, the prosecutor who put him away.
To erase the guilt she carries from getting away with a crime, Tessa spends most of her nights riding her motorcycle. When she catches Corey destroying her fathers car, she doesnt see a criminal: She sees a way to finally right her own wrongs. So instead of turning Corey over to the police, she convinces her father to give Corey a second chance.
As Tessa and Corey spend more time with each other, it becomes difficult to ignore the pull between them. But theyre both keeping secrets, and when those secrets come to light, theyll each have to face their demons in order to have a future together.

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Dedicated to MY Fab Five

For the last five years Id lived by one simple rule: Stay alive.

I put that rule to the test by making one simple statement. This isnt a good idea.

Vance waited in the shadows, molding himself to them. The whites of his eyes narrowed. He clenched his jaw.

Im not asking for your opinion. He lifted the hem of his shirt and stuck his thumb into a belt loop. His piece glinted against the little bit of light filtering through the row of windows on the garage door.

I gripped the bat in my hand and gritted my teeth. Being in jail had rusted my instincts, short-circuited my sense of self-preservation. All I needed was the sight of Vances gun to remind me of that.

I know what Im doing, Fowler. Right, boys? His question echoed and fell around me as he nodded to Drew and Jaimie. They stood at the back of the detached garage in their matching black shirts and jeans, holding flashlights. Drew frowned, a grim line set across his mouth.

I cleared my face of all emotion, a blank canvas, tightening my hold on the bat in my hand, and tried to convince myself it wasnt created to hit baseballs, but rather elite sports cars.

You know you want to. That lawyer deserves worse. Vance crept closer to my ear, egging me on with his jittery presence. Just one swing, right there on the front windshield.

Hopper didnt deserve it. Not really. Especially not after everything he did to get my sentence reduced. Which wasnt part of his job, considering he was the prosecuting attorney.

Not like he cant afford another one, Jaimie taunted.

The words didnt offer me any comfort. My hands kept sweating, making my hold on the bat slick. I forced myself to shut off the danger sign flashing at the back of my head. This wasnt exactly how I planned on paying back Hopper for his kindness.

I rolled the bat back and forth, tossed it in the air, and watched it twist, the black ingrained logo showing its face with every turn. Vances wide grin reflected across the shining surface of the car.

A year in that hell. And for what? Nothing you did.

I almost snorted at that one. Maybe I hadnt done exactly what I was charged with, but I still picked the path that led me to the dank and dark cell.

Corey, do it.

This time, it wasnt a question. Jaimie and Drew had already dumped out all the garbage onto the patio, spray-painted the back and side of the house, and broken a couple of windows. All the commotion was blocked out by the house party next door. When the lawyer was away, the neighbors came out to play.

I gripped the bat tighter and ground my teeth as I pictured the look on Moms face every time she came to visit me in prison.

What the hell was I doing here?

Playing chameleon. Shifting colors. Changing back into one of them. If I didnt, Id end up dead. Or worse.

I mean, I could always get your mommy or brother to take your place. Vances threat rang in my ears.

The sorrowful picture of Mom was replaced with an image of bleeding cuts zigzagged across her skin. The picture kept my cowardice at bay. A silent motivator. I lifted the bat and pulled back my arms.

My first swing landed on the windshield with a sick crunch. The broken glass webbed out from the point of impact, caving in.

Thats my boy. Vance smacked my back like a proud father who just watched his kid hit a home run.

My gut tightened, like my stomach had taken the hit, not the car. Sweat dotted my skin, clinging to the back of my neck. What the hell was wrong with me? I needed to get my head back in the game.

Vance unzipped the backpack hed thrown onto the concrete floor when wed first broken into the garage. He lifted a can of spray paint and tossed it to me. I thought theyd used all of them on the house.

And thats not all. He tipped over the bag to show me the other cans hed brought along. Do your thing, Picasso.

I should have known. Vance had let me stay back while Drew and Jaimie worked on spraying the house and breaking windows earlier. Hed led me into a false sense of security, and now I knew why.

This was the finale. And I was conducting it.

I slipped on the painting mask and took in a deep breath. The familiar shape of the can held easier in my hand than the bat. The metal ball bearing clanged as I shook the can and squatted down. A hiss and my hands glided against the side of the car as I directed the flow of the paint, shaping it, creating. I was the master and the paint was my bitch.

Jaimie and Drew tipped over the boxes sitting on the metal shelves, the sound ricocheting against the walls. Papers flew around me; one landed on my head before floating to the floor. But I couldnt be bothered. I was in the zone. This was my aerosol-ridden heaven. Every now and then, a crunch or squeal of broken glass managed to disturb my work but not enough to knock me out of the high I felt when painting.

Vance pulled out a cigarette and lit it, the flame flickering in the dark, showcasing the scar that sank on his left cheek. He never got his hands dirty with stuff like this. He made sure it got done, that we didnt back down.

I ground my teeth and went back to work, spraying the finishing touches to my masterpiece.

An ache lanced along my muscles. I stood up and rubbed my shoulders, pulling my hoodie up over my head. June nights in Pennsylvania could be suffocating, but I didnt want to risk being recognized and my dark sweatshirt did the job.

I cleared my throat. We should get out of here.

Vance eyed me for a second, predatory in the dark. He smirked and said, Good idea. It is getting kinda late.

I turned around and surveyed the wreckage: the crushed windshield of the Porsche, the flames Id drawn on the black paint, shining, ready to carry it away into the sky. Maybe the badass work would make up a little for the rest of the car.

Drew and Jaimie had been busy while Id painted. The trophies on the shelves were bent and broken. The headlights were smashed, the sides of the car so fragmented it seemed like it was hunching in on itself. Theyd also turned over one of the shelves. A paint puddle formed on the ground by the back of the garage.

A sharp smile edged on the side of Vances mouth. We did good. He rubbed his hands together. I think Hopper will get the message.

With caution coating our movements, we pulled up the door of the detached garage, the only way out. When wed first arrived, there was still enough noise to cover our entrance, but the party had died down and the night had stilled with the quiet ready to turn on us. Wed managed to get the door high enough for all of us to duck into the driveway when the sound of a motorcycle pulling in up front made us freeze.

Shit, whats she doing here? Vance muttered.

I yanked my eyes up to his, stomach plummeting. This was supposed to be an easy job, in and out. No witnesses. I should have known better. Fisting my hands, I squeezed until my arms shook, trying to calm the anxiety climbing higher.

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