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Jayden adjusted the fitted hat, tilting the brim just right—same way his older brother always did. It was his armor tonight, his shield against the absolute chaos of Maya's house p...
Maya's iphone buzzed on her nightstand at 2 AM — strange, considering Alex was the world's heaviest sleeper. They'd been best friends since seventh grade, thick as thieves through ...
Maya adjusted the strap of her rainbow bucket hat for the thousandth time, heart doing that nervous flutter thing like trapped butterflies. Why had she agreed to come to Jayden's p...
Maya's hands were sweating so bad her phone kept slipping. Like, actual drops of nervous condensation dripping onto her screen as she stared at the notification: Pool Party @ Jorda...
Maya's summer job installing cable wasn't exactly how sixteen-year-olds were supposed to spend July. While her friends were posting beach photos and running through mall parking lo...
Marcus's mom handed him the orange bottle before he climbed into Trey's car. "Don't forget your vitamin D, honey. You're always inside gaming." "Mom, seriously?" Marcus groaned, s...
Maya's palms were sweating like crazy, which was honestly pathetic because she was literally just standing at a corner of Tyler's backyard party, holding a plastic bag with a goldf...
The chlorine hit Maya's nose before she even stepped through the community center doors. Behind her, Jordan already had his phone out, livestreaming their entrance like this was so...
Maya's older brother called her a fox — always cunning, always watching — but tonight, under the strobe lights of Jake's graduation party, she felt more like a fraud. She leaned ag...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actual dripping sweating — as she clutched the crumpled note between her trembling fingers. The cafeteria noise swirled around her: laughter, gos...
Marcus's palms were sweating. Again. He wiped them on his jeans, leaving dark streaks on the denim, just like they'd been doing all week since freshman year started at Northwood Hi...
Maya dragged herself through the cafeteria like a **zombie**, finals week turning her brain into something resembling expired yogurt. Three AP classes, zero sleep, and now Carlos w...