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The cafeteria pyramid was real. You know the type — seniors at the apex, then juniors, sophomores, and us freshmen clinging to the bottom like moss. I'd spent three months strategi...
Maya squeezed the bottle of bright orange **vitamin** gummies into her pocket, her heart doing that thing where it forgot how to rhythm correctly. Tonight was Jennifer's party—Jenn...
Maya's thumb hovered over her iPhone screen, heart doing that stupid flutter thing it always did when *trackstar99*'s name popped up. Three months of late-night texts, inside jokes...
The chlorine burned my nose as I surfaced from the **water**, gasping. Swim practice had ended twenty minutes ago, but I was still lingering at the bottom of the deep end, delaying...
Maya pressed her face against her locker, trying to look casual while totally spying on Jake across the hallway. Her iPhone felt heavy in her pocket—like, three weeks' worth of scr...
Maya clutched her iphone like a lifeline, thumb hovering over the Instagram button that had already been refreshed twelve times in three minutes. The cafeteria noise swirled around...
I stood against the chain-link fence, clutching my **iphone** like it was my only lifeline. Which, honestly, it kinda was. Ella was pitching today—her curly ponytail swinging like ...
Leo felt like a literal zombie in this bear costume. The thing smelled like three years of high school sweat and questionable decisions, which honestly, described most of junior ye...
The problem with having a crush on your best friend's brother is that you basically become a low-key spy. Maya's phone was always blowing up with notifications, but somehow she man...
My mother's brilliant idea: force me into summer padel lessons at the snooty country club where everyone drove nicer cars than our apartment could fit inside. "It'll be good for yo...
Maya's iphone buzzed with the group chat notification. Pool party at Jake's house. 4 PM. Don't be boring. She stared at her reflection. The new swimsuit her mom had picked out—pra...
Maya's iPhone died at exactly 11:47 PM on a Friday, which was basically social suicide. Her friends were still at Tyler's party, posting stories that she'd never see, living moment...