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The first time I spied on Maya's phone, I told myself it was sisterly concern. The second time, I told myself I was protecting her. By the seventh time, I had to admit I was obsess...
I stood frozen in Jake's kitchen, clutching a Tupperware of spinach artichoke dip like it was contraband. My aunt made me bring it — "something sophisticated," she'd said — but wha...
Every night at 2 AM, I'd slip out the window and run. Not because I was some troubled kid running from my problems or whatever. I was training. Cross country season was two weeks ...
I crouched behind the shed, basically being a creep at my own neighborhood pool party. Great first impression, Marcus. The party I'd dreamed about all summer was finally happening,...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was real — I'd seen it myself. Seniors at the top, juniors in the middle, sophomores somewhere below that, and freshmen like me at the bottom, ...
Maya's fingers hovered over her cracked iPhone screen, the group chat scrolling with messages she'd already read twice. Summer pool party at Caleb's house. Everyone going. You comi...
Maya practically dissolved into the kitchen wall at Jake's party, clutching a red plastic cup like it was her only lifeline. The bass thumped through the floorboards, matching the ...
Maya's Converse were definitely not made for this. The cow field was more mud than grass, and somewhere between "this'll be fun" and "why am I even here," she'd lost her left shoe ...
Marcus pulled his fitted snapback lower, hoping the brim would somehow make him invisible. The hat was his armor—worn backward like the cool kids did, even though his mom kept sayi...
My palms were sweating so bad I could've filled a water bottle. First high school party, and I was basically a zombie — exhausted from finals week, awkward as hell, and existing on...
Maya's phone buzzed with the eighth 'you coming???' text of the night. The biggest party of sophomore year was happening, and she was sitting on her living room floor clutching a e...
Carlos adjusted the beat-up **hat** his dad had given him, pulling the brim low. It was his armor against the world, or at least against Madison Parker's living room full of junior...