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Maya's older cousin said that if you wanted to survive high school, you needed three things: a solid friend group, at least one fire fit, and the ability to fake confidence even wh...
The padel court shimmered with heat waves as Marcus stepped up to serve, his iPhone buzzing in his backpack on the sidelines. Another notification. Another reminder that everyone w...
The house breathed that specific kind of Friday night silence—the kind where your parents are asleep but you're wide awake, heart hammering like you've chugged three espresso shots...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Which was ironic, considering she was currently hiding behind a fake palm tree at Tyler's house par...
The humidity hit Marcus like a wall as he stepped onto the patio at Tyler's house. Late July in Texas, and somehow he'd agreed to come to this pool party even though he'd rather be...
The social pyramid at Lakewood Country Club was real, and Marcus knew exactly where he stood—somewhere near the bottom, just above the kids who brought their own snacks. "Yo, Marc...
Marcus stood in front of his bathroom mirror, adjusting his collar for the third time. The orange polo shirt his mom had picked out screamed 'I'm trying too hard,' but it was too l...
Maya stared at the laminated poster on Mr. Henderson's wall—THE FOOD PYRAMID—while absently petting Barnaby, the school's unofficial therapy cat who'd somehow wandered into third-p...
Maya's phone buzzed. Again. Her mom had blown up her iPhone with eleven texts and three missed calls, all because she'd forgotten to turn off Find My Friends before sneaking out to...
Maya's brain felt like it had been put through a blender on the "liquify" setting. Three AP exams in two days would do that to a person. She was practically a zombie at this point—...
The iPhone slipped from my sweaty palm like a wet bar of soap. I watched in slow motion as it arced through the humid air, hitting the water with a disappointing plop. "You've go...
Maya's legs shook like crazy as she stepped up to the plate. First day of sophomore year, first softball tryout, and literally everyone was watching. The varsity jersey still smell...