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The neon orange of Riley's highlighter hoodie blazed through the dim carnival like she was trying to set herself on fire. Typical. Everything with Riley was ten notches past subtle...
I stood at the edge of the community pool, clutching my baseball cap like a lifeline. The chlorine smell hit me first—sharp, chemical, vaguely like the time my brother tried to mak...
Maya's heart raced like a bass drop as she hovered over the 'Go Live' button. This was it — three months of secretly practicing her streams, and she was finally going live. Her fri...
Maya's iphone lay face down on the bench, a deliberate choice that felt like leaving a limb behind. Three days into summer camp and her thumb still reached for nothing, phantom-tap...
Maya's thumb hovered over her iphone, the blue light illuminating her face in the dark bedroom. Another notification. Another party she wasn't invited to. "You coming to the game ...
Marcus sat in the lifeguard chair, shades on, trying to look effortless. Below him, the pool glittered like broken glass under the July sun. He'd been crushing on Skylar since fres...
Maya pressed the controller so hard her thumbs ached. On screen, her character was getting mauled by zombies for the third time in five minutes. "You're playing like a literal zom...
Maya checked her reflection in the cafeteria window. A piece of **spinach** stuck between her front teeth like a tiny green betrayal. Perfect. She'd spent twenty minutes curating h...
Maya's iPhone buzzed against her thigh—third time this period. She slid it under her desk, just enough to see the screen: Leo had posted another story. Captioned 'best day ever' wi...
The spinach incident happened right before first period, when Maya finally worked up the courage to talk to him. Jake Morrison, who'd moved here from California in October and alre...
Maya gripped her iphone so hard her knuckles turned white, scrolling through texts she'd already read twelve times. Pool party at Jake's. 3 PM. Bring a suit. Simple enough, right? ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her papaya-colored towel like it could somehow shield her from thirty judgmental teenagers. Her hair—she'd spent forty minutes curling...