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Maya pulled her baseball cap lower, sweat collecting on her palms like tiny, nervous droplets. This was it—Jordan's party, the social event of the sophomore year, and she was hidin...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip her iPhone. She'd been spying on Jasmine's Instagram stories for twenty minutes, watching the popular girl live her suppose...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again — frizzing out like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket, which honestly wasn't far from the truth considering how nervous she was....
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her vitamin water like a lifeline. The annual summer bash at Tyler's house was basically the social eve...
Maya's cousin Jasmine's pool party was supposed to be chill, but Maya's anxiety was running a marathon in her chest. She'd been crushing on Jasmine's older brother, Devin, since fr...
Leo's vintage Dodgers hat was his armor. Worn backward, pulled low enough to hide his eyes but not his insecurity. At fifteen, he'd mastered the art of blending into the background...
Maya smoothed her frizzy hair for the tenth time, her reflection in the bathroom mirror showing a girl who'd rather be anywhere but here. The invitation to Jake's pool party had se...
Maya stared at her **iphone**, her thumb hovering over the chat window. Three dots bounced, then stopped, then bounced again. Alex was typing. Probably going to cancel. Definitely ...
Maya's thumb hovered over her phone screen, refreshing. Again. Twelve new likes on her post from two hours ago. Not viral, but not dead in the water either. At fifteen, she'd learn...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a water bottle. Not ideal when you're about to embarrass yourself in front of everyone at Jordan's end-of-summer party....
The screen illuminated Maya's face in the pool's blue darkness, her thumb scrolling through posts of people having more fun than she was. Summer party, her third this week, still h...
Maya's phone buzzed on her nightstand, the charging cable still tangled around her ankle from falling asleep mid-scroll again. 6:47 AM. Too early. "Your vitamin supplements are he...