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Maya's hair was a disaster. She'd tried to curl it for Jake's party, but somehow ended up with what her little brother called "poodle explosion." Now she was standing outside Jake'...
Maya stood in front of her mirror, scissors in one hand, box of neon blue hair dye in the other. Her mom's voice echoed in her head: "You're such a good girl, always so composed." ...
The cafeteria at Northwood High was basically a social battlefield, and Maya had accidentally wandered onto the minefield with a giant piece of spinach wedged between her front tee...
My hair was the color of a traffic cone. Like, literally radioactive orange. Mom said it was "self-expression," but at Northwood High, it was basically a social death sentence. I'd...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically fill a swimming pool. Which was ironic, considering she was standing right next to one. The crew was all there—Jordan's in...
The high school cafeteria operated like a carefully constructed **pyramid**. At the top sat the varsity jackets and Instagram influencers, while the rest of us clustered somewhere ...
Marcus stood by the chain-link fence, feeling like a total fraud. Chloe's pool party raged behind him—music thumping, kids laughing, the occasional splash as someone cannonballed i...
Maya's phone buzzed against the cafeteria table, her iphone lighting up with a notification that made her stomach drop. Someone had posted the video. The one where she choked on a ...
Maya's palms were sweating, like actually dripping, as she gripped the red solo cup. The backyard party was everything she usually avoided—too many people from school, too much pot...
Leo's mom called him her little fox—cunning, quick, always one step ahead. That was before freshman year hit like a freight train made of awkwardness and AXE body spray. Now? Leo ...
The old baseball cap sat backwards on Jake's head, the brim frayed from two years of constant wear. It was his lucky hat—the same one he'd worn when he struck out three times at th...
Maya stood in front of her bathroom mirror, applying the third layer of lip gloss while her bulldog Buster snored on the bathmat. The orange overhead light made everything look wei...