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Maya's iPhone was at 4% when she spotted him across the room—Caleb, wearing that ridiculous orange beanie that somehow made him look effortlessly cool. The bass from the speakers t...
The orange hair dye was supposed to be sunset red, but now I looked like a traffic cone. Which was exactly what I wanted for my first day as a junior lifeguard. Or, you know, the o...
Jamie's stomach did backflips as she stared at the signup sheet. PADEL TOURNAMENT - FRIDAY AFTERNOON. She'd never played padel in her life, but when Maya—the sophomore everyone wan...
The detention room smelled like desperation and old pencils. I stared at the clock while Mr. Harrison droned on about responsibility, but my brain was still stuck on lunch. I'd be...
Maya's lunch looked like a betrayal. While everyone else unpacked neatly wrapped sandwiches and chips, she stared at the sliced papaya her mother had packed—bright, tropical, and s...
The humidity at Miller's Pond was thick enough to chew on. Jordan stood hip-deep in the murky water, waving me over like I was missing the party of the century. "Dude, everyone's ...
Maya adjusted her dad's oversized fedora hat, hoping it made her look mysterious instead of like she was playing dress-up. Her iphone buzzed in her pocket — third text from Chloe a...
Maya's mom insisted she wear the ridiculous fedora to Sarah's party. "It makes you look sophisticated," she'd said. Maya felt more like a detective from a bad TV show, but she shov...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip her phone. Across the pool, Kai leaned against the patio door like he owned the place, which technically he kinda did—his p...
My phone lit up at 2 AM, that familiar blue glow cutting through the darkness like a digital ghost. 157 unread notifications. 23 DMs I'd been too anxious to open. My thumb hovered ...
Marcus zombie-walked onto the baseball diamond, running on three hours of sleep and a energy drink that was definitely past its expiration. Freshman year was killing him slowly, an...
At 3:47 AM, Maya felt like a literal zombie. Three nights of cramming for AP Euro had transformed her into someone who recognized herself only in the rearview mirror of her mom's H...