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The vitamin gummies stared at me from the kitchen counter, promising "radiant skin" and "peak performance." Another wellness trend my TikTok feed swore would transform me from invi...
The ceiling fan spun lazily above Maya's bed, her iPhone clutched so tight her palms left sweat smears on the case. 2:47 AM. Again. For three nights, she'd been "spying" on Kai's ...
Maya's thumbs flew across her iPhone screen as she leaned against the bathroom sink, heart hammering. Instagram stories from the party already blazed across her feed—people cannonb...
The chlorine burned my nose as I backstroked away from Coach Miller's screaming. "You call that swimming? That's drowning with style!" I was sixteen and somehow the only person in...
The invitation sat in my DMs like a challenge: 'Padel tomorrow? The new courts downtown.' From Tyler. The same Tyler who'd ghosted me all summer once he made varsity and started si...
The bull**** started slipping out of my mouth before I could stop it. "Yeah, I was totally on swim team. Made varsity freshman year," I told Kayla, who I'd been crushing on since...
Maya pressed her back against the pool wall, heart hammering like a trapped bird. The community center humidity chamber had nothing on the way Lucas was looking at her from the div...
Marcus stood at the plate, knees knocking like rusty hinges. The bull - that's what everyone called Tank, the six-foot-three pitcher who'd been mowing down batters all season - gla...
Maya'siphone screen glowed in the darkness of Treehouse Hill, 11:47 PM on a Friday. First party of freshman year, and she was currently sitting in a corner doom-scrolling because J...
Maya felt like a zombie as she stepped onto the patio of Jessica's house. The sun was already blazing, and every pair of eyes seemed to land on her simultaneously. She'd stayed up ...
Fox—that's what everyone called me, ever since I showed up to seventh grade with that ridiculous orange streak in my hair. Never mind that my actual name was Jordan. Fox stuck, and...
The pool party at Maya's house was supposed to be lowkey, but everyone who mattered was there. I stood by the deep end, nursing a lukewarm soda like it was the most interesting thi...