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My palms were literally dripping as I clutched the padel racket. Across the net, Jake—resident varsity god and my oldest friend—winked like this was just another Tuesday. "You got...
Maya's iphone glowed in her dark room at 2:47 AM, third consecutive night of falling down the rabbit hole of Leo's Instagram. She wasn't even friends with him—not really. They'd sh...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a shield. The water glittered with that perfect suburban sparkle, mocking her with its invitation. Everyone was already...
The neon orange vitamin sat on my tongue like a lie. "Swallow it, Maya," I told myself, mimicking my best friend's wellness obsession. Senior year was supposed to be about finding ...
Maya's vintage sphinx cat pendant hung heavy around her neck as she stood at the edge of Jake's backyard pool. Sixteen and feeling every bit the outsider, she'd only come because h...
Maya's been running from things since seventh grade. Problems, conversations, Tyler's eyes across the cafeteria. Track was safe—predictable, measured in laps and times, nothing lik...
Maya dragged her flip-flops across the concrete, the **pool** water glimmering like crushed sapphires under the patio lights. Another Friday night at Tyler's house, another chance ...
Marcus's first real summer job at Tech Haven was supposed to be his glow-up moment. Finally making his own money, finally someone his coworkers wouldn't look through like he was in...
Maya crouched behind the bleachers, phone clutched in her sweaty palm. This was it. Operation Get-With-Cassidy was a go. "You look like a total creep," whispered Sofia, her best f...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his phone like a lifeline. The annual end-of-school blowout at Jenna's place was supposed to be his moment — finally, after two year...
The baseball hit my glove with a satisfying thwack, but my mind was somewhere else—specifically, on Maya's Insta story from five minutes ago. I'd been basically cyber-stalking her ...
The papaya sat on my desk like an accusation. Mom had bought it, all exotic and hopeful, because she read somewhere it was good for skin. Good for the skin that was breaking out an...