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Maya's fingers trembled as she stared at the glowing screen. Her best friend since kindergarten—the one who knew about her crush on Tyler, who'd helped her dye her hair that disast...
I looked like a straight-up zombie. Foundation caked, eyes half-lidded, drifting through the cafeteria like I'd risen from the grave to hunt for brains—or maybe just a decent bagel...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel brown. Instead, it was traffic-cone orange. "It'll wash out," her best friend Leo said, barely looking up from his phone. "You're literally ...
The summer humidity clung to me like a second skin as I stood in Melissa's backyard, clutching a red solo cup like it was a lifeline. My palms were sweating so much I was genuinely...
Maya adjusted her floppy hat—partially for sun protection, mostly to hide the fact that she was panicking. She'd been invited to Jessica's legendary pool party, and she was current...
The backyard pool party was supposed to be lit, but Maya stood alone at the shallow end, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. Her best friend Kia had ditched her the moment the po...
I felt like a total spy at my own summer camp. Everyone else seemed to know exactly who they were—Jake the jock, Chloe the artist, Marcus the class clown. Me? I was just watching f...
The Friday night pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be legendary. Emma stood at the edge of the concrete deck, clutching her phone like it was a lifeline, watching everyon...
Marcus—everyone called him Fox because of that time in seventh grade when he'd literally escaped detention through a window—perched on the edge of the cafeteria table. Baseball cap...
Summer after sophomore year, and I was *lowkey* spiraling. Jenna's pool party was the event of the season, and my social anxiety was already peaked before I even left the house. M...
I adjusted my baseball cap, trying to look chill even though my hands were shaking. Being a freshman on varsity meant living at the bottom of the school's social pyramid, and today...
Maya's fingers hovered over her cracked iPhone 7, the screen flickering like a dying star. Sixty-two notifications lit up her lock screen—group chats exploding, Instagram stories p...