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Summer before sophomore year, and I'm literally spiraling. Kayla's party – the one everyone's been hyping on insta for weeks – and I'm standing by the snack table like a total lose...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she was practically leaving fingerprints on everything she touched. Entering Monterey Bay High's cafeteria felt like walking onto a stage withou...
Maya's first week at Ridgeview High felt like walking through a minefield in platform heels. That's how she ended up at the padel courts after school—anything to avoid the cafeteri...
I'd been cyber-stalking Chloe's Instagram for three months straight — a total low-key spy mission through her aesthetic coffee shop pics and aesthetic study sessions. My phone had ...
Marcus's fingers were cramping from threading ethernet **cable** through the basement walls when his phone buzzed. Another notification from @sphinx_x, the anonymous account that h...
Maya's hands were sweating as she clutched her phone, her palm imprint practically burned into the case. First week of sophomore year and somehow she'd already snagged an invite to...
Maya's mom had gone full wellness-culture psycho. The kitchen counter was basically a vitamin dispensary — little orange bottles everywhere like some sort of nutritional cult. "Thi...
The fruit stand smelled like oranges and awkwardness, which pretty much summed up my entire summer. I was sixteen, sporting a faded uniform that was definitely two sizes too big, w...
The hat was ridiculous. A neon cowboy hat with "Lucky Night!" spelled in sequins that Maya's sister had forced on her. "You look amazing," Chloe lied, smoothing her own perfect cu...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a shield. The invitation to Jordan's party had felt like winning the lottery—she was a freshman, for crying out loud, a...
My heart hammered against my ribs like it was trying to escape. The pool party stretched before me — twinkling lights, bass thumping, everyone looking effortlessly chill in their s...
Maya stood at the edge of the party, nursing her lukewarm soda like it was some rare **vitamin** supplement for social anxiety. The house was packed—Jackson's parents were out of t...