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My phone buzzed in my pocket—the third time in five minutes. I pulled out my iPhone, staring at the group chat blowing up about Jake's pool party. The social pyramid of our grade w...
My iPhone buzzed for the third time in thirty seconds. Another notification from Pyramid, the new app that had taken over Northwood High like a viral outbreak nobody wanted to cure...
Maya pressed the phone against her chest, heart doing that frantic flutter thing it always did when His profile pic popped up. The orange hair. The crooked smile. The way he'd like...
Maya's fingers hovered over the cracked screen of her iPhone, the group chat blowing up without her. Being stuck at the bottom of the social pyramid sucked, especially when your on...
Maya's fingers hovered over her phone screen. @peelthelayer had posted again - another mysteriously perfect photo of a perfectly peeled orange, arranged in impossibly aesthetic spi...
Chloe hadn't sat with me at lunch since October. I found out through her Instagram story—her, Jason, and the new girl laughing at some boba place I'd never been invited to. The ca...
My palms were sweating before I even stepped onto the padel court. Again. "You good, bro?" Marcus asked, already bouncing on his toes like he'd mainlined three Red Bulls. "Yeah, ...
I'm standing on the padel court, my bright orange hair frizzy from humidity, feeling completely exposed. My sister had convinced me this summer league would help me "come out of my...
My lucky LA **hat** pulled low over my eyes, I watched Maya from across the cafeteria. We used to be inseparable, but now she sat with the popular kids, laughing at jokes I didn't ...
Maya hadn't slept since Thursday. Three days of finals, plus her crush on Jordan finally texting her back at 2 AM, left her operating on pure adrenaline and vanilla latte. She was ...
My hair looked like a squirrel had nested in it overnight. I'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizz, but humidity was my personal villain. "You look fine, Maya," Chlo...
I felt like the worst spy ever. Which was saying something, considering my total espionage experience consisted of bingeing "K.C. Undercover" and creeping on my crush's Instagram s...