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Maya's phone died at 9:47 PM — exactly when Jake finally looked her way. Of course. Because the universe had a personal vendetta against her social life. "You're not actually goin...
Maya's freshman year survival guide had three rules: (1) Never wear the same outfit twice in one week, (2) Always sit at the third table from the back in the cafeteria—neither too ...
The party buzzed with that specific Friday night energy—too loud, too bright, everything dialed up to eleven. Maya clutched her orange soda can like it was a lifeline, condensation...
The lake at Miller's Creek was where everything happened or didn't happen, depending on who you asked. I stood at the edge, clutching my **iPhone** like it was my last connection t...
Maya's iPhone buzzed for the third time, but she ignored it. The group chat was exploding, but she had bigger problems. Like why Lucas had sat with the popular kids at lunch yester...
The first thing I noticed about Tyler's house was the cable. Not the kind that brings Netflix to your bedroom, but an actual thick black cable snaking across the backyard like a di...
Marcus stood in front of the carnival booth, fingers clutching his last five-dollar bill. The goldfish—tiny, orange, perpetually surprised—swam in frantic circles inside its plasti...
I'd been crushing on Maya since seventh grade, so when she finally noticed me at lunch and asked if I wanted to join their padel squad after school, I practically choked on my choc...
Marcus's stomach did backflips as he stood at home plate, baseball bat feeling like a lead pipe in his sweaty palms. The entire freshman team was watching—especially Jason, whose s...
Maya stood at the edge of Jenna's massive backyard pool, clutching her Solo cup like it was a lifeline. The water glittered like liquid diamonds under the party lights, but inside,...
The cable TV flickered for the third time, and I mentally cursed whatever universe had decided tonight of all nights was the perfect time for our internet to ghost us. Maya was sit...
My hair had been a frizzy disaster since seventh grade, so when Tyler invited me to his legendary pool party, I panicked. Three hours straightening my hair until it looked semi-dec...