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Maya's cat, Beefaroni, had zero respect for personal space or social hierarchies. Which is why, at 7:43 AM on a Tuesday, the orange tabby decided to body-slam onto her carefully cu...
The sun was setting in streaks of orange across the sky when it happened. Tyler's iphone slipped from his sweaty grip at the worst possible moment—right as Mackenzie, the girl he'd...
Maya's palms were sweating — again. She wiped them on her jeans, leaving dark streaks on the denim, but her crush Jake was walking toward her in the cafeteria, and suddenly her arm...
Maya stood at the base of the social pyramid at Northwood High, clutching her padel racket like it might somehow teleport her to the top tier. Below her, the cafeteria buzzed with ...
Maya's fingers trembled as she unlocked her iPhone, the screen illuminating her face in the darkness of the hay bale. Zero likes. The photo she'd posted three hours ago—her leaning...
The invitation sat on my phone screen like a live grenade: **POOL PARTY** at Jessica Chen's house. The girl whose life was basically a social media highlight reel. I'd been staring...
Maya's thumb hovered over the Instagram story, heart doing that thing where it forgot how to beat normally. Her best friend since seventh grade, Sierra, had posted something at 11:...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her solo cup like it contained the secrets of the universe instead of lukewarm punch. The social hierarchy at Lincoln High was l...
Maya stood against the wall at Jordan's party, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The stupid fedora she'd bought to hide her disaster haircut felt like it was screa...
I was not a stalker. I was a spy. There's a difference. Spies have a mission. Mine was named Tyler, and he sat three rows ahead in AP Bio, his shoulders broad enough to block half...
Maya's texts had been on ghost mode for three days straight. Ever since the incident at Tyler's party—the one where her former best friend Sarah had basically crowned herself the z...
Marcus walked through the hallways like a zombie, three hours of sleep and zero brain cells functioning. Junior year was absolutely killing him, and Homecoming week had turned ever...