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I'd been running on zombie mode for three days straight. Finals week will do that to you — or maybe it was the fact that I'd been staying up until 3 AM every night thinking about h...
Maya clutched her iphone like a lifeline, thumbs hovering over the screen where Jake's text sat unread. Three dots bounced, disappeared, bounced again. The social pyramid at Crestw...
The social pyramid at Northwood High wasn't literally drawn anywhere, but everyone knew their place. Freshman year, I'd hovered somewhere near the bottom, invisible and fine with i...
Leo's palms were sweating. Again. He wiped them on his shorts — third time in two minutes — and gripped the padel racket like his life depended on it. "You good, bro?" Marcus aske...
Maya stared at the cafeteria pyramid. Not the food pyramid (gross), but the actual social hierarchy that ruled Lincoln High like an unspoken constitution. At the top: the varsity c...
I stared at the box in my hands: Sunset Flame Orange. Behind me, my goldfish Leonard swam in endless circles around his bowl, probably wondering why I was having a midlife crisis a...
I'd been cyber-stalking Lila's Instagram for three weeks straight—basically acting like a total creep, though I preferred the term "unofficial social media spy." Every post, every ...
Maya's locker stood like a barrier between her old life and whatever came next. She'd spent the whole weekend dyeing her hair ORANGE—like, actually orange, not auburn or copper—and...
Maya's bare feet slapped against the concrete, **running** toward the chain-link fence that separated her neighborhood from the infinity pool at the Blackburns' place. Her phone ha...
Maya's mom pressed the **vitamin** D supplement into her palm every morning like it was some kind of magic shield against the world. "You're going to public school now, baby. Need ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his towel like a lifeline. The community center hummed with Friday afternoon energy—some kids goofing off in the shallow end, others...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. Chloe Delgado's pool party. The invitation had been practically handed down by God h...