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Maya's phone buzzed with another text from the party group chat. *U coming? Everyone's here.* She stared at her reflection—hair perfectly curled, outfit planned for three days—and ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She stared down at the creases in her left hand, tracing her lifeline with her thumb like she was decoding some secret message that would tell he...
Maya's thumbs moved across her iphone screen like they were playing a piano—swiping, typing, deleting, retyping. The message to Jordan had been sitting in drafts for twenty minutes...
Maya's dyed purple hair stuck to her forehead in the humidity, exactly why she'd considered chopping it all off last week. Standing in center field during the most important baseba...
The bass from Tyler's house party thumped in my chest like a second heartbeat. I grabbed my beanie from the coat pile, keeping my head down as I made for the door. Fifteen minutes ...
I was basically a zombie by third period, running on three hours of sleep and whatever vitamin D supplement my mom shoved in my hand as I rushed out the door. Junior year was eatin...
The baseball field baked in July heat, dust rising off the diamond like fog. I sat on the bench, feeling like a fraud in my freshly unworn jersey, clutching the paper bag like it c...
Maya stood in front of the mirror, applying her third layer of mascara. This was it—her first official hangout with the cool crowd since transferring to Northwood High. Her phone b...
I perch on the edge of Miller's Pond, my bare legs dangling in water that's probably questionably gross but feels absolutely perfect. Behind me, Taylor Swift thumps from someone's ...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be the social event of the summer, but instead, I was standing in the corner of her deck clutching a red solo cup like it was a li...
Max stood at the edge of the baseball diamond, clutching his phone like a lifeline. The Friday night lights blazed overhead, casting everything in that weird golden glow that made ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. "Dude, you got this," Tyler whispered, handing her a yeti-blue Vitaminwater. "Chill. You're like, literally the most interesting person here." ...