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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 ...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching her dad's old baseball hat like a lifeline. The ridiculously expensive papaya smoothie she'd bought to impress Kai was already ...
Maya stood in the corner of Jason's basement, clutching a red plastic cup like it was a lifeline. The music thumped against her ribs, but she felt dead inside. Three hours of sleep...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — as she stared at the notification. Her crush, Jason, had just posted a Story. Was she being a total creep by watching it imme...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging her nose, heart doing gymnastics in her chest. Sweet sixteen, and she was about to do something terrifying. The water glitter...
The vitamin C supplement sat on Maya's nightstand like a judgmental orange pill. Her mom had left it there with a sticky note: "For immunity! Love you!" Maya rolled her eyes. What ...
Maya's sweaty palms practically slipped off her phone as she refreshed Instagram for the third time in two minutes. She was basically a professional social media **spy** at this po...
The baseball field lights hummed, casting long shadows across the bleachers where Maya sat alone, watching Jake from a distance. He was at home plate, swinging like he owned the wo...