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Maya's hands were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her shorts, leaving dark streaks on the fabric. "You coming, new girl?" Tyler called from the padel court. He was the kind of ...
Marcus's thumbs hovered over his cracked iPhone screen, doomscrolling through everyone else's highlight reel while the city bus lurched toward Northwood High. First day at a new sc...
The papaya sunscreen smelled like summer, but honestly? It just made me smell like a walking fruit salad. Which was _not_ the vibe I was going for at Jason's pool party. Not when m...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, standing outside the community center where the tropical-themed back-to-schoo...
Maya's fingers trembled as she stared at her cracked iPhone screen, the Instagram post from Tiffany's party glowing in the dark. #PerfectNight. Everyone looked flawless. Maya hadn'...
Jordan stood in front of the bathroom mirror, applying eyeliner with the intensity of a brain surgeon. Tonight was Emily's party—the first real high school gathering of sophomore y...
The spinach incident started in the cafeteria, which is how most disasters begin when you're fifteen. I'd finally mastered the art of being invisible—switching tables when Maya sa...
Maya pressed her back against the cool tile wall, clutching her solo cup like a lifeline. This was it. Her first high school party. And she was currently hiding beside a giant bowl...
Maya's stomach did backflips when she saw Tyler—aka the BULL of Northwood High—heading toward her lunch table. His varsity jacket stretched across shoulders that had slammed her in...
Maya's fork hovered halfway to her mouth as she caught it— spinach wedged between her front teeth, bright green and unmistakable. She'd been smiling at Ethan for twenty minutes. "...
Maya stared at her iPhone screen, the glow illuminating her anxiety in the dim bathroom mirror. Three bubbles, then nothing. Levi had left her on read—again. Outside, the party t...
Maya stood outside Miller's house, her iPhone practically burning a hole in her pocket. This was it—her first actual high school party. She'd spent forty-five minutes on her hair, ...