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Max's palms were sweating. Again. He stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, adjusting his snapback for the third time. The hat was his armor—pull it low, disappear, avoid...
My hair looked like a squirrel had nested in it. Picture this: 7:45 AM, first week of sophomore year, and I'm staring at my reflection like it personally betrayed me. I'd attempted...
Maya stared at her reflection, finger-combing the frizzy mess on her head. Her hair had always been her thing — thick, curly, basically its own ecosystem. But after she'd impulsive...
Maya was thirty seconds away from her first-ever padel date with Jake Lewis when karma decided to activate its villain arc. She'd spent two hours straightening her hair and applyi...
Maya's first real date with Leo was supposed to be perfect. Standing in front of her mirror, she adjusted her favorite beanie—her lucky hat—until it sat just right. Her phone buzze...
Maya's palms were sweating, which was gross because they were already underwater. She was waist-deep in Jake Henderson's pool, surrounded by half the junior class, while her brain ...
Maya's vintage bucket hat sat pulled low, hiding eyes that had spent way too much time scrolling through swimsuit Instagrams. Standing at the deep end of Tyler's pool party, she fe...
Maya hated running. But here she was, legs burning, lungs screaming, sprinting away from 7-Eleven with a stolen chocolate bar clutched in her sweating hand. Okay, not stolen. Her ...
The papaya sat on the cafeteria table like an exotic alien artifact. No one at Northwood High ate papaya. We ate chips and pizza and whatever didn't require actual effort. "What e...
Maya stared at her reflection in the cafeteria mirror, wondering if she'd finally morphed into a full-on zombie. Three AP classes, soccer practice, and somehow she'd agreed to help...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. Which would've been useful, considering she was hiding behind the fake palm tree in the gym while he...
Maya's palms were sweating before she even touched the gate. The invite said pool party, but this felt like a social minefield. Freshman year at Lincoln High had been a series of a...