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Summer between freshman and sophomore year, I figured I'd max out on Xbox and sleepovers. Then Marcus moved in next door—the kid who wore Vans with everything and actually used the...
Maya's palms were sweating through her grip on the padel racket, which was honestly embarrassing. This was supposed to be the sport that made her cool at Northwood High, not the th...
The party was already lit when Maya showed up, fashionably late and sweating through her favorite crop top. The **pool** in the Hernandez backyard glittered with underwater LED lig...
Maya's lunch hour ritual: same corner table, same music drowning out the noise, same way-too-healthy salad. She'd gone full health nut since starting high school—spinach, cherry to...
Maya's hair had always been a conversation starter. That wild, orange explosion that her mom called "unruly" but her best friend Kai insisted made her look like a fox. Not the cute...
Jordan leaned against the garage wall, clutching the papaya like it was a bomb. Sixteen and somehow still didn't know how to cut a piece of fruit without looking like an idiot on T...
The text came through at 2:47 AM, glowing against my face in the darkness of my bedroom. TARGET: EMMA. OPERATION: FINAL CHECK-IN. I'd been playing this stupid spy game with Jor...
The locker room mirror showed exactly what I'd spent forty-five minutes trying to fix: hair that refused to be tamed, curling in wild directions like it had its own personality dis...
Maya's palms were already sweating before she even reached the pool gate. Behind her, Sofia's playlist blasted through the Bluetooth speaker connected by a frayed cable to her phon...
The mechanical bull at Tyler's party might as well have been a death sentence. I stood there, clutching my red Solo cup like it contained the antidote to social awkwardness instead...
The cafeteria was a minefield, and Maya was navigating it with zero stealth skills. "You're literally staring again," Lena whispered, stabbing at her salad. "It's giving stalker v...
Maya dragged herself into the cafeteria, feeling like a straight-up zombie after staying up until 3 AM doomscrolling. Her iPhone battery was at 12%, and honestly? Same. Senior year...