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Maya's thumb hovered over the screen, the blue glow painting her face in the dark bedroom. Three notifications lit up her iPhone—likes on the post she'd just made about "the worst ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The popular kids were splashing around, laughing like they'd been best friends forever, while she felt like...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The invitations had said 'casual hang' but the一群 of popular kids from sophomore year had transformed Jenna'...
I was operating on pure zombie mode—two hours of sleep does that to you. But when Jake texted 'padel at the courts?' I couldn't say no. Not when Maya would be there. The humidity ...
The lake house party was everything I'd dreamed about since middle school. Jordan's Instagram stories had been building this up for weeks - fairy lights strung between pines, a bon...
Maya's iPhone flashed 3% battery. Of course. Right when Tyler finally texted back. "Anyone have a lightning cable?" she called out over the bass-heavy trap music thumping through ...
I was dead. Not metaphorically dead, like when your crush doesn't text back for three days. Actually, fully, literally deceased. I had no pulse, zero brain activity, and my soul ha...
The pyramid was supposed to represent our school's social hierarchy—freshmen at the bottom, seniors at the top. But honestly, it just looked like a weird triangle someone drew in p...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. This was it — the moment she'd been overthinking for three weeks straight. Jordan, the fox who'd so...
The palm trees lining Lincoln High's courtyard looked fake — like everything else about sophomore year. Marcus gripped his backpack straps, sweat making his palms slick. Another da...
The pyramid of red Solo cups wobbled dangerously on the kitchen counter—Jordan's latest attempt to establish social dominance at sophomore year's first rager. I grabbed a drink and...
The first week of sophomore year, I discovered that high school was basically a pyramid. The popular kids at the top, the normals in the middle, and everyone else crushed at the bo...