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Maya's goggles dug into her temples—again—as she stared at the pool tiles. Another practice, another chance to choke. Literally. "You're overthinking it," said Riley, sliding onto...
Maya clutched her iphone like a lifeline, thumbs hovering over the group chat that was blowing up with the address for Jordan's end-of-summer pool party. "You coming or what?" Th...
Maya's third-period bathroom mirror sessions had become a daily ritual. Ever since the choppy haircut incident — she'd asked for layers, walked out looking like a poodle struck by ...
My palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — which was gross but also totally on brand for me. Standing outside Tyler's house while bass thumped through the walls, I felt lik...
The community pool glittered like someone had spilled diamonds across the surface, but Maya couldn't appreciate it. Not with Jordan's crew occupying the prime shaded loungers like ...
Marcus stared at the social pyramid displayed on his phone screen—his older sister's leaked text thread from junior year. The hierarchy at Northwood High made sense in theory: popu...
Marcus pulled his fedora down lower, the brim shielding eyes that refused to meet anyone's. Last year's mistake—wearing this hat to Jordan's pool party—still haunted his group chat...
Maya had mastered the art of the cafeteria spy. Third table by the windows, behind the pillar, strategically positioned with her back to the popular crowd but with reflective sungl...
Maya's hair curtain worked like it always did—thick dark waves covering half her face, her personal shield against the world. At 16, she'd mastered the art of being present but not...
The spinach in my teeth felt like a green flag of surrender waving for everyone to see. "You've got something, like, right there," Tyler had said at lunch, gesturing vaguely at hi...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her orange soda like a lifeline. The summer party was in full swing—music thumping, people laughing, ev...
Leo's entire life had been streamed through coaxial, every moment buffered and packaged for someone else's entertainment. Three million followers knew his laugh, his fail compilati...