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Maya's hair frizzed in the humidity, each rebel spring-coil refusing to stay tamed despite two hours of flat-ironing. She stood at the edge of the pool party where half her sophomo...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping onto her denim shorts. The entire eighth grade was at Chase's house party, sprawled around the infinity pool like glossy magazi...
The notification pinged at 11:47 PM — way past Maya's self-imposed iPhone curfew. Her thumb hovered over the screen, heart doing that stupid flutter thing it always did when *he* p...
Maya's thumb hovered over the post button, her heart doing that weird fluttery thing it always did before she shared something. The photo was perfect—her and Chloe at the party, bo...
Maya noticed it first during third period AP Lit—Leo's vintage Lakers snapback, pulled low like he was hiding something. They'd been best friends since seventh grade, and the dude ...
Maya smoothed her vintage denim skirt for the tenth time, checking her reflection in the cafeteria window. Today was the day—finally—attractive, older, Noah-from-baseball-practice ...
My life reached peak embarrassing at 2 AM on a Saturday, which honestly says everything about my junior year. So there I was: streaming Zombies vs. Humans to like, three viewers (...
Mateo's backpack smelled like tropical fruit. Again. He'd stuffed papaya chunks in a Tupperware because his abuela swore it gave him energy, but right now it just gave him anxiety....
Maya's legs burned. She'd been running from the truth all summer, but tonight? The game was up. "You coming?" Jake stood at the edge, his silhouette against the pool lights making...
The orange uniform felt like a prison sentence. My first summer job as a pool attendant at the country club, and I already wanted to disappear. That's when I saw her. Chloe. The s...
I was already **running** late when my **iphone** buzzed with the group chat that would change everything. "Dude, the new kid's wearing ORANGE to the Padel tournament," Marcus had...
Cable TV had been dead for three hours when I saw the fox again. Emma was asleep on my shoulder, her newly orange hair vivid against my gray pillowcase—the first time she'd ever d...