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I looked like a zombie. No, scratch that — zombies looked better than me at this point. Three days into finals week and I'd survived on nothing but espresso shots and panic. My ref...
Maya pressed her phone against her chest like it held state secrets—which, technically, it did. She'd been spying on Jordan's finsta for twenty minutes straight, timing her likes t...
The padel court at the country club was where the popular kids held court - literally. I stood at the fence, clutching my racket like it might bite me, while my mom's voice echoed ...
Maya's hair wasn't cooperating. Again. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizz, but humidity had other plans. As she stood outside Jordan's house, clutching a red s...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, smoothing down her dress for the third time. Tonight was Tyler's party—her first real high school house party—and her social l...
The cafeteria sat at the bottom of the social pyramid, and I'd finally claimed a spot on the second tier. Marco's table. Where the orange neon sign from the pizza place across the ...
Maya stared at the text message from Jake, her thumbs hovering over the screen. "Pool party Saturday. Everyone's gonna be there. You coming?" The high school social pyramid was si...
Maya dragged her feet through the hallway, feeling like a total zombie after four hours of cheerleading practice followed by two hours of AP Bio cramming. Her normally bouncy curls...
Three inches. That's how much hair I'd cut off the morning of freshman orientation. Staring in the bathroom mirror, I thought I looked edgy. Brave. Like someone who wouldn't spend ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The inflatable **palm** tree dipped in the corner, its plastic fronds drooping in the July heat. Ever...
The orange Fanta can sweated in my grip like I was nervous about a bio test, but this was worse. This was Saturday afternoon at the Palm Beach Club, where Chase — yes, THE Chase wi...
The beanie wasn't even mine. It belonged to Tyler's older sister, who'd left it on the couch after visiting college friends. I'd swiped it because maybe, just maybe, if I wore some...