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Maya pressed her phone against the window, watching the cable guy scale the telephone pole outside her bedroom. Summer of junior year, and she was officially obsessed. "You spying...
Maya's palms were sweating through her favorite black hoodie. Again. Standing outside Tyler's house, music thumping through the walls like a heartbeat, she almost bailed. Third tim...
Maya's mom came home with a bottle of neon orange gummy vitamins that promised "radiant energy" and "glowing skin." This was week three of Maya's Summer Reinvention Project, which ...
Maya's hands shook as she adjusted the fox ears on her beanie. Stupid dare. Stupid party. Stupid Justin with his perfect smile and challenging eyes. "You won't," he'd said during ...
The pool party at Maya's house was supposed to be the social event of the semester, but I was currently standing next to the sliding glass door, clutching a red plastic cup like it...
Maya smoothed her vintage band tee for the third time, feeling like a total fraud at Lincoln High. Three weeks in and she was still basically a spy in her own life—observing from t...
Marcus's fingers hovered over his controller, the ethernet cable glowing green in the dim light of his bedroom. His phone buzzed again—another notification from the group chat. Eve...
Maya stared at the poster on the cafeteria wall—SCHOOL DANCE: THISSATURDAY. Next to her, Jordan was practically vibrating with energy. "Dude, you HAVE to ask Kevin to dance," Jord...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating through her emergency pocket stash of napkins kind of sweating. She'd spent two hours getting ready for Jordan's party—curling h...
Maya's lungs burned like she'd swallowed actual fire, but she kept running. The night air was cool against her skin, the only thing that felt real anymore. She'd told herself this ...
The chlorine hit my senses before I even touched the water. 5 AM practice, again. My coach—everyone called him Bear behind his back—stood poolside with that look. The one that said...
The party was already in full swing when Maya arrived, fashionably late and strategically nervous. She adjusted her dad's old fedora — the hat was her armor, a vintage piece that s...