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The country club pool glittered like something out of a TikTok feed, and I was absolutely not supposed to be here. My older sister's friend's cousin's invitation had landed me in t...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, it came out orange. Like, traffic cone orange. "I look like a fox," she groaned, staring at her reflection in the bath...
Alex gripped the frayed cable like a lifeline, her knuckles white. Three more minutes until Jordan's call, and the living room TV kept flickering like a dying star. Her dad's papay...
Maya's iphone buzzed in her sweatshirt pocket, exactly where she'd hidden it from her mom. Family reunions were the actual worst—second cousins twice removed asking about college p...
Maya felt like a total creep, sitting in her parked car down the street from Alex's house, phone camera pointed toward his front window like some low-budget private detective. She'...
Maya's dad's old baseball cap was basically her emotional support animal. It was this ratty, faded blue thing with a oil stain on the brim, and she literally never took it off. Not...
The mission was supposed to be simple: reconnaissance only. Maya adjusted her sunglasses, phone angled like a pro, pretending to scroll TikTok while actually conducting serious sur...
Jordan's perfectly curated summer was supposed to start with Tyler's pool party. The invite had been the highlight of freshman year, and they'd spent hours planning their outfit—th...
Maya stared at her iPhone screen, her thumb hovering over Chloe's Instagram story. They'd been best friends since seventh grade, but lately something felt off. Chloe was ditching p...
The cafeteria was packed, but Maya felt like she was running a marathon just to get to her usual corner table. Social anxiety was exhausting. "Did you hear what Sarah said about y...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her towel like a lifeline. Three days ago, she'd chopped off twelve inches of hair—gone was the safe, familiar cascade of waves ...
The neon green bucket **hat** was supposed to be ironic. That's what Maya had said when she thrust it into my hands at the party. "It's giving festival vibes, Jax. Trust." But stan...