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Maya's heart hammered as she slid under the bleachers, her escape from the cafeteria's social battlefield. The lunch period had become a minefield of glances from the popular crowd...
The carnival goldfish lived in a bowl on Maya's nightstand, a prize from freshman year that refused to die. Its name was Toast, because everything else had already been taken. "Yo...
Maya stood by the punch bowl, feeling like a zombie in her own dress. The gym was transformed into Ancient Egypt for senior prom, complete with a six-foot cardboard pyramid prop an...
Maya stared at the glass pyramid on her dad's desk—some corporate award for "Climbing to Success." Meanwhile, she was busy sinking into the social quicksand of sophomore year at No...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging his nose, heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did when Chloe was around. She was laughing at something Tyler sa...
I was basically a zombie by third period, running on two hours of sleep and an iced coffee that had gone lukewarm. Freshman year was eating my brain, one AP class at a time. "You ...
Marcus stood beside the backstop, heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The baseball field stretched before him — a churning sea of varsity jackets and gossip circl...
The fox—okay, Riley, who everyone called Fox because of her wild orange hair and ability to talk her way out of literally anything—sat cross-legged on my fire escape, dangling a ca...
Maya yanked the bucket hat lower, hoping it would somehow make her invisible. Country clubs weren't exactly her vibe—too many polos, too much privilege, too many people who seemed ...
My palms were sweating through my jersey again. Dark patches blooming under my arms like I'd been running a marathon instead of just standing at the edge of the cafeteria, watching...
The summer humidity was already sticking my denim shorts to my legs when Maya dragged me toward Miller's Pond. "Come on, Chloe! Everyone's gonna be there. You can't keep hiding in ...
The hat was massive. Like, physically enormous—the kind of bucket hat that made you look like you were hiding from the FBI. But Maya needed it. The crown of her head was basically ...