Red Queen by Christopher Pike

it was weird, it was like a part of me was starting to remember it the way he was describing it.
    â€œWhen was your first entry about me?” Jimmy asked.
    â€œIt was when we were freshmen,” I said.
    â€œWhy did you write about me then?”
    Because I got a crush on him the moment I met him. But I couldn’t tell him that. “We had just met. You seemed like an interesting person,” I said.
    â€œOh.” I could tell he was still preoccupied.
    â€œDo you get déjà vu much?” I asked.
    â€œAll the time.”
    â€œHow come you never told me?”
    â€œWhy should I have?”
    â€œBecause I get it all the time, too.” I paused. “But déjà vu doesn’t relate to memory, not directly.”
    He stared at me. “Now you sound like you are trying to convince yourself. What’s wrong, Jessie?”
    I hesitated. “This argument sort of scares me. I sometimes wonder if I do have a problem with my memory. My mom often complains that she’s told me to do an errand—like pick up some milk or bread at the store—and I’ll have no recollection of it. Or else I’ll remember it slightly different. I’ll pick up eggs and butter instead. Does that ever happen to you?”
    â€œSince my dad never talks to me, I’d have to say no.” He paused. “Can I ask where you were last night?”
    â€œI was just out, goofing off.”
    â€œBut you weren’t with Alex?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œIt’s none of my business. The only reason I ask is becausethe whole night I was searching for you, it felt like one long déjà vu.”
    My chill deepened. Because hanging out with Russ had been like one long déjà vu. The whole time I had been with him, I had felt like I knew him from somewhere. It had not helped that he had treated me like an old friend.
    I still could not believe he had given me so much money.
    I still had the key to his room.
    But what was the room number? Four-three-four-one? That was not right. It didn’t matter, it had been the corner suite on the top floor. I would always be able to find it.
    â€œI know what you mean,” I whispered.
    Jimmy forced a smile. “Meet some hot guy?”
    â€œWhat if I did?”
    He shrugged. “Like I said, it’s none of my business.”
    â€œGood.”
    â€œAs long as you didn’t sleep with him.”
    â€œYou’re the only one I’ve ever slept with,” I replied.
    I wished the same were true for him. Especially when we returned to shore, two hours later, and he left to return the boat while I went for the car. Kari met me in the parking lot, not far from the edge of the lake. She was sitting in the sand by the shore and only glanced up at my approach. To say I was shocked would be putting it mildly. Jimmy had been certain Kari hadn’t come to Las Vegas.
    â€œFancy meeting you here,” she said before turning back tostare at the water. I had to remind myself the girl had just lost a child. Otherwise, I’d have wrung her neck.
    â€œI didn’t know you were here,” I said.
    She had on blue shorts, a white T-shirt. Her feet were bare. She stretched her legs over the sand, still looking out at the water.
    â€œI’m not in the habit of sharing my itinerary with you.”
    â€œAre you in the habit of following me?” I asked.
    â€œNo.” She finally looked at me. “I’m not stalking you.”
    I nodded to Alex’s Camry. “But you recognized the car.”
    â€œYeah.” She stood and took a step toward me. Kari was a head shorter than me, a blond beauty. Except for her height, she could have been a natural model. Indeed, she’d worked with a few magazines. Her smile was the brightest in the school. It looked like she had lost most of her pregnancy weight. I felt disgusted at myself that she intimidated me.
    â€œWhere’s Jimmy?” she asked.
    â€œHe’ll