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The social pyramid at Lincoln High had stood unchanged since freshman year — cheerleaders at the top, band geeks at the bottom, everyone else scrambling somewhere in between. But t...
Maya's mom stood in the kitchen doorway, holding a container of something green and suspicious. "You need more **vitamin** K," she announced, sliding a Tupperware across the count...
Maya sat on the pool edge, legs dangling in the water, refreshing her Instagram feed for the third time in five minutes. The blue light from her iPhone illuminated faces that all s...
The pyramid of Lincoln High's social hierarchy was as real as the concrete wall I smashed my padel ball against every Tuesday. Freshman year had positioned me somewhere near the bo...
I saw my reflection and froze. My hair was supposed to be cool, edgy green—a statement, a vibe, something that said I wasn't just another boring high school sophomore. Instead, it ...
Maya smoothed her papaya-print skirt and took a deep breath. The fluorescent lights of the gym buzzed like a thousand judgmental bees. Three weeks at Northwood High, and she was st...
Maya's palms were practically leaking as she gripped her iPhone, screen lighting up with notifications she couldn't bring herself to check. The pool party raged behind her—some sen...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping onto her cutoff shorts. Which was gross, but also justified considering Tyler—the cute junior from AP Bio—was standing five feet...
I stood at the edge of the pool party like I'd accidentally wandered into the wrong dimension. Maya's backyard was transformed — fairy lights strung across the fence, Spotify playl...
The storm outside matched the chaos inside Maya's head. Sixteen and totally freaking out about college applications, she sat cross-legged on her bed, laptop glowing in the dark roo...
The orange plastic chair dug into my thighs as I sat across from him at the coffee shop. Caleb. The guy I'd been crushing on since sophomore year, now sitting two feet away, actual...
My black beanie was basically part of my skull at this point. Mom said I'd get hat hair, whatever that means. It stayed on through geometry class, through lunch, even through that ...