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Maya's phone buzzed with the party invite—Tyler's pool party, the first big social event of freshman year. Her stomach did that nervous flutter thing, the way it always did when sh...
Zoey's stomach did backflips as she stared at the pool. Sophomore year swim test. In T-minus seven days. Problem was, Zoey's swimming style was more "thrashing emergency" than "gra...
Luna wakes me at 2 AM with whiskers to my face, demanding tribute like she pays the rent here. My calico cat knows the routine—she's my co-pilot, my witness, the only one who sees ...
Maya's life had become a series of weird firsts since starting high school. First time failing a math test. First time her crush actually noticed her. And now, first time eating sp...
Maya's brain felt like actual mush. Three weeks of finals, zero sleep, and now she was fully operating in zombie mode. Her hair was in a messy bun that hadn't moved since Tuesday, ...
Maya's pocket buzzed again. Her iphone was practically vibrating off the table, but she couldn't look. Not with Jordan watching her from across the cafeteria like he was decoding h...
Maya's iPhone buzzed in her pocket, a lifeline she couldn't quite reach. Jake's basement party pulsed with cheap bass and cheaper confidence, everyone moving with that practiced ea...
Maya stared at her lunch tray like it was a bomb about to detonate. The cafeteria noise hit her—laughter, shouting, the clatter of trays on tables. She scanned the room desperately...
The first time I saw the papaya, I was hiding behind the padel court fence, clutching my dad's old iPhone like it was a lifeline. My cousin Mateo had invited me to the country club...
The water in Riley's above-ground pool glowed with string lights when Maya slipped through the back fence, heart hammering. Tonight was the night. Three weeks of Instagram story-st...
The orange Gatorade sloshed in my hand as I stood by the lockers, watching Maya laugh at something Tyler said. Again. "You're literally staring, bro," Leo said, appearing beside m...
I'd been digitally spying on Maya's Instagram story for forty-five minutes when my phone died. Classic. I was basically a professional social media stalker at this point, obsessed ...