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Maya sat on the bleachers, twisting her lucky baseball cap between fingers that still smelled like coconut sunscreen. Jenna was supposed to meet her here twenty minutes ago. No tex...
I pulled the brim of my dad's old fishing **hat** low, dodging the juniors clustered around their lockers like gossiping pigeons. They'd never understand why I traded the cafeteria...
Maya stared at the pyramid of oranges in front of her, questioning every life choice that led to this moment. Her cousin's "guaranteed money-making opportunity" had turned out to b...
Maya stared at the goldfish bowl on her nightstand, watching Bubble swim in endless circles. At least someone understood the feeling of going nowhere fast. "You're not still obses...
I swallowed the multivitamin with a gulp of lukewarm tap water. Mom swore it would boost my energy before finals week, but I knew the truth: I was about to crash from three days of...
The worst part about being fifteen? You think you're invincible until you're standing at Jessica Miller's pool party in a soaking wet cat hoodie while everyone watches like you're ...
The group chat was blowing up. Everyone was at Maya's house except me, and my FOMO was hitting different levels of extra. My iPhone dinged like crazy—screen shots of Jace and Chloe...
The invitation had been sitting on my phone screen for three days: Jessica's End-of-Summer Pool Party. The social hierarchy at Northwood High worked like a pyramid—Jessica and her ...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stared at the invitation on her phone. Pool party at Jake's house. Saturday. The first real party of freshman year, and she'd actually been invi...
Maya's palms were literally sweating. Like, actual droplets forming on her skin as she stood against the wall at Tyler's house party. Everyone else seemed to know exactly how to ex...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's social pyramid from her usual corner table. Seniors at the top, juniors in the middle, sophomores scattered around the bottom. Freshmen like her? Bas...
Jordan watched from the bench, their baseball cleats gathering dust in the bag beside them. Three months ago, this field had been everything — the crack of the bat, the dirt spray,...