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Maya pressed her face against her phone screen, instagram-stalking Jordan's profile for the third time that night. Officially, she was just doing recon. Like a spy. Unofficially, s...
Maya stood at the edge of Jordan's pool party, clutching her solo cup of water like it was her only lifeline. The whole sophomore class seemed to be there, already splashing around...
The bathroom mirror reflected a stranger. My mom was gonna kill me—there was no way to spin this as a natural highlight. The orange box dye had promised "sunset vibes" but delivere...
The padel court at the rec center was neutral territory — or at least that's what I told myself when I started showing up there every Friday. **Spying** on Maya and her squad wasn'...
The snapback sat sideways on my head, my brother's lucky charm that I'd 'borrowed' for Jordan's party. Standing outside her front door, I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans for the ...
I spotted her across the cafeteria, perched on a table like she was judging everyone's soul. We called her "the Sphinx" - quiet, mysterious, impossible to read. I'd been crushing o...
Maya's bathroom mirror showed a casualty. She'd attempted the viral TikTok hair tutorial—curls cascading like a waterfall—and ended up looking like she'd stuck her finger in an ele...
Maya's first real job: lifeguard at the community pool. She'd practiced her serious face in the mirror for weeks, psyching herself up for the responsibility. What she hadn't prepar...
The fedora sat on my desk like a challenge. Dad's old fedora, smelled like cedar and last decade. I'd never worn a hat to school in my life, but this summer I was supposed to becom...
The pyramid of Lincoln High's social hierarchy stood firmly above me: varsity athletes at the peak, theater kids forming the middle, and us band geeks trapped at the base. Until to...
Maya's reflection in the bathroom mirror showed green-speckled teeth. "Are you kidding me?" she groaned, scrubbing furiously at the spinach stuck between her front incisors. Her ...
Maya stood by the padel court, clutching her water bottle like a lifeline. The humidity was already frizzing her curls, but that wasn't why her heart hammered against her ribs. Ac...