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Maya stood at the entrance of Sunset Hills Country Club, already regretting letting Chloe talk her into this. The social pyramid here was visible from the parking lot—popularity me...
Maya knew she looked like a **zombie**. Three consecutive all-nighters binge-watching K-dramas will do that to a person. But somehow, her best friend Chloe had convinced her that J...
Maya's bucket hat had become her security blanket since eighth grade, hiding the curly hair she'd spent years trying to tame with straightening irons and product that promised "bea...
I was three hours into my shift as a self-appointed social anthropologist (aka: creeper with a purpose) when it happened. Again. "You're staring at him," Maya whispered, smacking ...
The moment I spotted Jayden by the refreshments, my palms went full slip-n-slide mode. Not cute. Not at all. "You good, Maya?" Lena stage-whispered from beside me. "You look like ...
Cameron stood at the plate, baseball bat trembling in sweaty hands. The entire varsity team watched from the dugout—well, except for Skylar and her prepadel friends, who were proba...
Maya dragged herself through the hallway, feeling like a literal zombie after three nights of barely sleeping. The AP History project loomed over her head like a dark cloud. When h...
My hair was doing that thing again—the frizz-halo that announced to everyone I'd spent forty-five minutes trying to look effortless. Maya's pool party curved around me like a socia...
I should've known the day was cursed when my mom packed spinach in my camp lunch. Who brings spinach to summer camp? Apparently my mom, who's convinced I'm one unhealthy meal away ...
The chlorine hit Maya's nose before she even saw the pool. Another Saturday, another party where everyone would be cannonballing into the deep end while she sat on the edge, knees ...
The goldfish bowl sat on my windowsill, its single orange inhabitant staring at me with what I swear was judgment. Norman. That's what I called him, because he looked like a Norman...
Maya's phone buzzed against her thigh, another group chat notification she'd ignore. She was busy. Important business. She'd been **spying** on Liam for three weeks now—not in a c...