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I'd been crushing on Alex since September, but he lived at the top of the social pyramid while I was somewhere near the foundation—barely visible, definitely not architectural. But...
Maya's iPhone buzzed against her nightstand at 2:47 AM. Her stomach dropped before she even looked. It was him. Again. "You up?" Three months after he'd ghosted her at that hou...
The carnival goldfish bag was sweating against my palm, the poor little orange fish swimming in circles like my thoughts. Maya's party started in ten minutes, and I was still three...
Mateo's cowboy hat was basically part of his skull at this point. His abuelo had given him the straw hat when he turned twelve, same age abuelo started riding bulls in Michoacán. N...
The chlorine hit Maya's nostrils before she even reached the pool deck—a smell that somehow simultaneously promised relief and reminded her of everything she was dreading. Tryouts ...
Marcus stared at the beige cable-knit hat sitting on his bed like a judgmental cloud. It was technically perfect—thick, warm, the kind his grandma would approve of—but it was also ...
Maya's hat was basically a security blanket with a brim. Since the chemo took her hair last spring, she hadn't left the house without it. The beanie hid everything — the bald patch...
Maya's iPhone stared back at her from the cafeteria table, screen cracked but somehow still working—kind of like her friendship with Chloe. The charging cable lay beside it like a ...
Freshman year at Lincoln High was basically a pyramid scheme I never signed up for. Seniors at the top, juniors holding court in the middle, and freshmen like me scattered at the b...
Marcus slumped against the scratched cafeteria wall, halfway through another lunch period of feeling completely invisible. The popular table exploded with laughter—something about ...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. Which would be ironic, because her mom's entire backyard was basically a tropical sanctuary complete...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, her heart racing like she'd been running a marathon instead of just psyching herself up to jump in. The August heat wave had everyone at Jake's ...