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Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip her phone. Spring F formal was three days away, and somehow—thanks to Jordan's relentless pestering—she'd agreed to go with...
Maya's iPhone stared at her from the bathroom counter, its screen lighting up with another notification she couldn't ignore. Ghosted again. The third time this week. She'd poured e...
The humidity hung thick as Maya stood at the bottom of the social pyramid that was Camp Pinebrook's dining hall. Fresh meat. That's what they whispered when she walked in, clutchin...
My goldfish died the same day Jake Miller texted me. Okay, that's not entirely true — Captain Finbers had been floating sideways for three days, a clear sign he'd moved on to bette...
Maya pressed herself against the lockers, phone clutched like a weapon. Official spy mode: activated. Not that anyone noticed her anyway—she'd been at Northwood High for three week...
Marcus stood at home plate, the bat feeling like a dead weight in his hands. Tryouts for the varsity baseball team were tomorrow, and his stomach was doing that thing where it felt...
The party was already giving me hives when I spotted him—Leo, who sat two rows behind me in AP Bio, currently petting someone's orange cat like it was a normal thing to do at a hou...
Maya crouched behind the pool shed, her sneakers sinking into the damp mulch. Heart hammering against her ribs, she watched as Jace and the new girl, Skylar, sat on the edge of the...
Maya's first day at Northwood High, and everyone's already obsessed with padel. Like, actually obsessed. The cool kids talk about their padel rankings the way normal people discuss...
Maya had perfected the art of being invisible. Freshman year at Northwood High, and she'd already mastered the social spy game—sitting in the back corner, hoodie up, watching every...
The hair dye box said SUNSET ORANGE but honestly? It looked more like radioactive traffic cone. Maya's hands shook as she squeezed the dye onto her bathroom counter at 11 PM on a s...
Maya's iphone buzzed in her sweaty palm, another Insta story from the party she was currently avoiding. The house loomed ahead, bass thumping like some living creature's heartbeat....