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My hair was a freaking disaster zone. Like, I'd spent two hours flat-ironing it that morning, but the humidity had already turned my carefully styled waves into a frizz explosion b...
Leo's phone buzzed on his nightstand at 11:47 PM. Unknown number. "YOURE GONNA WANT TO SEE THIS," the text read. Leo rolled his eyes. Probably another spam pyramid scheme—those M...
I was operating on pure caffeine vibes and three hours of sleep, which basically meant I was a **zombie** in cargo shorts. Mia's pool party raged around me—laughing, splashing, the...
The orange swimsuit had seemed like a good idea at the store. Bold. Confident. A Maya who wouldn't blend into the background anymore. But standing at the edge of Jessica's pool par...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping-sweaty, gross enough that she kept wiping them on her dress like a total weirdo. This was it — Jake Miller's end-of-year blowout...
Maya's hands shook as she popped the neon orange gummy into her mouth. HairFuel Plus gummies—her third attempt this month to fix the disaster that was her hair. The TikTok influenc...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip her phone. Across the pool, Jake sat on the diving board like he owned the entire summer, his laugh cutting through the spla...
Marcus hated the way his **hair** curled at the edges, like he was trying too hard to be someone he wasn't. At 15, everything about him felt half-formed, including his position on ...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like walking through a minefield wearing flip-flops. Every hallway interaction required calculated precision—who to wave at, who to avoid, ...
Marcus's baseball cleats sat in the corner of his room, gathering dust like unfinished business. His dad had dropped another fifty bucks on them last month, eyes bright with the sa...
My hair was a disaster. Third-day waves frizzing out like I'd stuck my finger in an electrical socket, and of course, today was the day Jake finally noticed me. "Nice hair," he sa...
My palms were sweating so bad I could barely grip my phone. Pool party at Chloe's. The Chloe. Queen of sophomore year, owner of the actual inground pool, and somehow my lab partner...