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Maya yanked the brim of her bucket hat lower, praying it covered enough of her forehead. The DIY bangs she'd given herself last night were a crime against hair, and now here she wa...
Maya's lungs burned as her sneakers slapped against the pavement, her cross country coach's voice echoing in her head: 'Pain is just weakness leaving the body.' Yeah, right. Pain w...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, her cutoffs gripping her thighs like a nervous promise. The backyard was already packed—Tyler's pool parties were legendary, and she'd finally b...
Maya's parents had announced their divorce two weeks before finals, and she'd been moving through life like a zombie ever since. Not the cool kind from movies, but the actual-dead-...
The cafeteria pyramid was real, and Maya was stuck somewhere in the middle—too visible to be invisible, too invisible to matter. She sat picking at her lunch, conscious of the way ...
The baseball field lights hummed above us as I sat three rows up, trying to look casual. Emily was two seats down, laughing at something Tyler said, her hair perfect even in the st...
The pool lights glimmered like scattered diamonds across the water's surface. Maya adjusted her bikini top for the fiftieth time, hyper-aware that every clique from sophomore year ...
Maya felt like a **zombie**—three nights of studying for finals, living on energy drinks and hope. But here she was, at Jason's house party, because Tyler said she needed to "exper...
Maya dragged her feet through the front gate, feeling like a certified **zombie** after three hours of AP Bio crash studying. The Hendersons' pool party already thumped with bass-h...
The first Friday of freshman year, Jax stood outside Tyler's house wearing his grandfather's fedora because his mom said it looked "distinguished." It didn't. It looked like what i...
Marcus's phone buzzed with another screenshot. Someone was documenting his every awkward moment—the tripping in gym, the spilled milk at lunch, the time he'd waved back at someone ...
Maya's legs burned from running three miles, but the endorphins were worth it. Track practice was her escape from the swirling drama of sophomore year — especially since The Incide...