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Maya's summer was officially a disaster before it even started. The invitation to Jasmine's pool party had arrived via Snapchat streak—a golden ticket to the top of the sophomore s...
Alex pulled the beanie down lower. Way lower. Bad hair day times a thousand, and of course this was the night Jessica's party would actually be lit. "Dude, your iPhone's at 5%," M...
The fluorescent lights of the 7-Eleven hummed as I stuffed another **papaya** into my backpack. My heart was practically doing jumping jacks. This wasn't exactly how I pictured spe...
I'd been a spy since seventh grade. Not the cool kind with gadgets and martinis — I was the person who sat behind you in algebra, collecting data. Who liked who. Who was fighting w...
Maya's thumb hovered over the screen, her heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did when Jake's profile popped up. Three weeks ago, they'd been perfect—stealing kisses b...
Maya's iPhone screen glowed with the notification that changed everything: *Tyler liked your post.* Her heart did that embarrassing flutter thing, like a trapped bird. Three weeks ...
Marcus stared at the pyramid chart glowing on his laptop screen, sixteen levels deep of promised wealth and freedom. His older brother Darius had been going on about this 'opportun...
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of tangerine and coral. My sweat-soaked orange tank clung to my back as I leaned against the padel court's glass wall, ...
Leo knew exactly where he ranked in the Lincoln High social pyramid. Bottom third, hovering between "that quiet sophomore kid" and "literally who." That was fine with him. Flying u...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his dad's ridiculous bucket hat like it was a life preserver. The neon orange monstrosity screamed dork louder than his mom's "sun s...
The first time Maya called me "orange boy," I was mid-chug of lukewarm fruit punch at Jordan's housewarming bash. "You look like you're about to hurl," she said, leaning against t...
The neon BUDDY sign flickered over the pool hall door like a heartbeat I couldn't ignore. Baseball practice had ended two hours ago, but here I was, standing where Coach Miller wou...