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Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip her phone. Three texts from Kai. Three unanswered. The social pyramid at Northwood High had placed her firmly at the bottom...
Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool, Netflix kind — the tired, high school junior kind. AP Chem, cross country practice, college apps bleeding into her weekend like spilled coffe...
Maya's palm was sweating. Literally sweating, like, gross amounts. She wiped it on her cutoff shorts for the third time, clutching her iPhone 15 like it contained the secret to not...
The **water** in the Hendersons' pool shimmered like crushed diamonds, but Maya's stomach felt like it was doing backflips. This was her first real party since moving to Florida, a...
Marcus stood in front of Lincoln High's east entrance, his backward baseball cap pulled low like a security blanket. The social pyramid stretched before him — seniors at the apex, ...
I've been running since freshman year, but not because I love it. Because if I stop moving, maybe I'll have to feel everything. Cross country coach calls me 'our little fox' — clev...
The chlorine hit me first. Then the noise—about fifty seniors from North High, all packed into the Whitakers' backyard for what was somehow the most important **pool** party of the...
The last thing Tyler expected to see at Sarah's end-of-summer pool party was an actual bear. "Dude, is that... is that a bear?" Marcus whispered, eyes wide as they peered through ...
I felt like a total spy lurking behind the locker bank, phone clutched in my sweating palm. Maya was there, of course — laughing at something Jake said with that head-tilt thing th...
Maya's hands trembled as she mixed the dye in the bathroom sink. Fox red—the color on the box promised something wild, something that screamed I'm here, something her mother would ...
Maya's first mistake was wearing the hat. It was her dad's vintage fedora, something she'd throw on to hide the fact that she hadn't washed her hair in three days. But now, sitting...
Maya dragged herself to the 5 AM swim practice, feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep would do that to you. The pool deck lights flickered on, casting shadows on ...