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My palms were literally sweating through my shorts as I stood by the resort pool, clutching my phone like a lifeline. This wasn't even my scene — all these country club types with ...
The party was dead anyway. That's what Maya told herself as she grabbed her phone from the palm of her hand, leaving Tyler and his crew by the bonfire. Tyler was full of bull—alway...
Maya's social life had all the complexity of a food pyramid—she was at the bottom, staring up at the apex predators who ruled Franklin High. The baseball team sat at the very top, ...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — as she stood at the edge of Jackson's pool party. The Instagram invite had promised "the rager of the summer," but the realit...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a water bottle. Not exactly the vibe you want when your best friend since elementary school is basically performing sur...
Maya's grandmother called her 'the sphinx' because she sat motionless for hours, staring at nothing, radiating that heavy, teenage riddle-energy that made adults nervous. But Maya ...
The house party was already low-key dead when Maya's older brother dropped his phone in the punch bowl. That's when everything went sideways. "Someone needs to fix the cable," Rya...
I felt like a straight-up zombie that July. Between staying up until 3 AM scrolling through Mia's Instagram and waking up for swim practice at dawn, my brain was operating on 1% ba...
Maya's heart raced faster than butterfly stroke kicks as she watched Jake from behind the fake palm tree at the community pool. Okay, maybe that sounded creepy, but she wasn't actu...
The high school social pyramid had me at the bottom—freshman year, invisible, basically part of the gym floor. Then came swimming unit, aka the week I'd been dreading since sixth g...
Maya's hands shook as she adjusted her black beanie, pulling it low over her forehead like a shield. The cafeteria buzzed with Friday night energy — everyone hyped for the annual t...
I was totally a spy. Okay, fine—not a REAL spy with cool gadgets and a passport full of fake names. But in the halls of Northwood High, I was basically undercover, gathering intel ...