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Marcus's **iphone** buzzed in his pocket, right in the middle of batting practice. Again. He knew without looking that it was another text from his dad—Are you trying out for the t...
Marcus had been waiting for this pool party since freshman year. Finally invited by the seniors, finally had a chance with Sarah—the girl who always smelled like coconut shampoo an...
Maya's hands shook as she stood in front of the open fridge at Tyler's house party. She'd been crushing on him since sophomore year, and tonight felt like her chance to finally mak...
Maya's parents had left for the weekend, leaving strict instructions: no parties, no boys, no drama. Obviously, Maya invited half the sophomore class anyway. Because what's the poi...
Maya's vintage Doc Martens scuffed against the gym floor as the Spring Fling dj blasted another basic mumble rap track. She stood near the refreshments—basically just lukewarm punc...
Maya adjusted her hoodie, melting into the shadows behind the cafeteria's recycling station. Operation Spy On The Populars was officially a go. "You're actually doing this?" Liam ...
The carnival goldfish had lasted three days before doing that tragic float-to-the-top thing. Maya stood in her bathroom holding the tiny bowl, wondering why she'd even wanted it. P...
The summer before sophomore year, the air around our neighborhood pool always tasted like chlorine and awkward possibility. I'd been staring at Maya's snapchat for three hours stra...
I'd been awake since 3 AM finishing my AP History flash cards, so basically I was a **zombie** shuffling toward Maya's pool party. My mom had forced that green smoothie on me—kale,...
Maya's palm was literally dripping sweat. Which was gross, but also fitting because her entire livestream setup was falling apart. "You got this," she whispered to herself, starin...
Maya's palms were literally sweating as she stood at the edge of Jake's pool party. Like, actually sweating. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time in sixty seconds....
Maya's palms were already sweating before they even hit the clubhouse entrance. Summer before freshman year, and somehow she'd let Chloe talk her into this — the exclusive country ...