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Leo hated running. Mostly because he sucked at it, but also because his dad was all about those ultramarathons and kept pushing him to join the track team. 'It builds character, Le...
Maya's fingers hovered over the screen, her iphone practically vibrating with anticipation. Three little bubbles danced in the text thread with Ethan — the guy who somehow managed ...
The concession stand smelled like artificial butter and regret. I stood there, spooning **spinach** dip into tiny cardboard bowls, while the **baseball** game roared in the backgro...
Maya's phone buzzed. Again. Another notification. Another like on the photo she'd posted two minutes ago—her in that vintage bucket hat she'd thrifted, looking effortlessly chill e...
Maya's stomach did flips as she navigated the treacherous social landscape of Westwood High's cafeteria. The seating arrangements operated like an Egyptian pyramid – the popular ki...
Maya's hair had always been her thing. Waist-length, dark, obedient—the kind of hair that made teachers go "aww" and boys actually look at her in the hallway instead of through her...
Maya's heart raced like she'd been sprinting instead of just standing behind the storage shed, peering through the wooden slats at the most important social event of sophomore year...
I felt like a total zombie as I stood at the edge of the pool, clutching my red solo cup like it was a life raft. My mom had made me take some vitamin D supplement before leaving—"...
The Papaya Boat was the worst name for a smoothie shop in history, which was exactly why I'd applied there. If I was going to spend my summer before sophomore year slinging frozen ...
The first time Marcus saw me in a swimsuit, he laughed. Loud. Behind his hand, but yeah, I noticed. "Dude, are you about to go swimming or what?" The way he said it—like my prese...
Maya's **iphone** buzzed against her thigh, vibrating with what felt like the weight of her entire social existence. *Unknown number* it read, but she knew exactly who it was. Came...
I didn't even want to come to Sarah's party. But my mom practically pushed me out the car door, saying, "You're fifteen, Maya. You need *experiences*." So here I was, lurking in th...