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The party was already in full swing when Maya arrived, fashionably late (or just anxiously tardy, depending on who you asked). She could hear the bass thumping through the door lik...
Maya's life was basically a series of awkward moments strung together by TikTok breaks and overthinking. So when she started noticing the same guy everywhere—by her locker, at the ...
Jordan clutched the brim of their dad's old trucker hat, pulling it low over their eyes. The faded mesh had seen better decades, but it was armor. Without it, the world felt too br...
Maya's palms were sweating as she gripped the sink, staring at her reflection. Tonight was IT — her first real date with Caleb, the sophomore with the messy dark hair who sat behin...
I stood in front of my mirror for twenty minutes trying to decide if my oversized cable-knit sweater made me look cozy or like I'd given up on life entirely. It was the first party...
Maya's brain felt like it had been through a woodchipper. Finals week had turned her into something resembling a zombie, shuffling through the hallways of Northwood High with dark ...
Riley's palms were sweating against the iPhone case, leaving foggy smudges on the screen. Pool parties were basically their own special circle of hell, especially when your social ...
Marcus stood in right field, sweat dripping down his back like tiny rivers. The July heat was no joke. His orange Gatorade bottle sat empty in the dugout, mocking him from fifty fe...
Marcus stared at his iPhone screen, watching the battery percentage tick down like a countdown to social suicide. 4%. The frayed charging cable dangled from the wall outlet, exposi...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again — frizzing up like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. She tugged her baseball cap lower, grateful for the brim's shadow. Third d...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actual embarrassing amounts of sweat, enough that if she high-fived anyone, they'd probably slip right out of her grasp. "You good?" Marcus asked...
Marcus dragged himself through the last week of sophomore year feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three AP exams, two projects, and zero hours of sleep would do that to you. He'd b...