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Maya's ridiculous sun hat sat pulled down over her eyes, hiding her from the judging gaze of everyone at the Hendersons' pool party. She'd only come because Kayla had dragged her h...
Maya's phone buzzed with another text from Chloe: U coming or what? The padel court behind the community center was practically their second home, but today Maya's stomach was doin...
Jordan adjusted the faded navy hat on his head—third time in as many minutes—like it was some kind of armor against the universe. The pool deck at Carson's end-of-summer blowout wa...
I was basically a zombie by third period AP Chem. Like, actually undead. My hair was doing that thing where it defies gravity and common sense, and I'm pretty sure I had drool on m...
My social life was basically a pyramid scheme: popular kids at the top, everyone else trying to recruit their way up. I was solidly in the foundation layer—holding it all together,...
The pyramid of red Solo cups tilted dangerously as Maya's hands shook. This was it. The first party. The moment she'd been obsessing over for weeks. "You good?" Marcus asked, alre...
Leo adjusted his baseball cap, trying to look casual despite the fact that his hands were shaking. Behind him, the school mascot costume — a golden sphinx with way too much eyeline...
I had been crushing on Jordan since September, and today—finally—I'd worked up the courage to sit at their lunch table. My stomach was doing full gymnastics routine. "Hey," Jordan...
Jordan's phone buzzed in his pocket—third time this inning. He ignored it, keeping his eyes on the batter. The iphone burned against his leg like a guilty secret, a constant remind...
Maya's fingers flew across her iPhone screen at lightning speed, double-tapping posts, firing off texts, refreshing feeds—her entire social life existed in this glowing rectangle. ...
I'd been spy-ing on Kai's Instagram for forty-seven minutes when my orange cat, Barnaby, headbutted my laptop shut. "Dude, I'm being thorough," I muttered, pushing him away. Barn...
The social pyramid at Westwood High was real, and Maya knew exactly where she landed: somewhere between the theater kids and the people who ate lunch in the library. But today, eve...