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Maya's dad's old fedora sat on her desk like a judgmental eyesore. It was genuine leather, smelled like old books and questionable life choices, and was absolutely forbidden at Wes...
Maya gripped her iPhone so hard her knuckles turned white, double-checking the text she'd sent fifteen times: "u coming?" "Literally on my way," Jenna had replied. Maya had arrive...
The orange inflatable raft bobbed against the pool edge, mocking me with its brightness. I stood frozen at the sliding glass door, heart pounding like I'd just finished a 5K instea...
Marcus's dad called from the living room, glued to the cable broadcast of some ancient baseball game like it held the meaning of life. "You watching this, kid? Classic stuff." "Ye...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating—gross, clammy, nervous energy pooling in her hands as she stood by the snack table at Chloe's party. She'd spent forty-five minu...
The hat was mom's idea. "It'll look vintage," she'd said, handing me the beige monstrosity with a straight face. Now I'm standing at the entrance to the country club, clutching my ...
The social pyramid at Northwood High wasn't built with stone—it was built with who sat where at lunch, who got invited to Maya's parties, and who everyone pretended not to see. I'd...
The charging cable was fraying at the ends, exposing copper wire like raw nerves. Jax traced it with his thumb while sitting on the edge of the pool deck, phone battery at 4%, Mine...
Maya hadn't been running from anything, technically. She'd just been running a lot—three miles every morning before school, pavement pounding beneath her sneakers like a heartbeat ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be beachy waves. Instead, three hours before Tyler's pool party, she'd accidentally dyed it the color of a construction cone. Emergency Conditioner Resc...
Maya felt like a straight-up **zombie** walking into third period. She'd stayed up until 3 AM doom-scrolling through Kai's Instagram, analyzing whether his story about the moon mea...
Maya stood at the plate, heart hammering like the bass in her AirPods. The entire varsity baseball team watched—especially Jake, whose smile made her stomach do weird gymnastics. S...