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The summer air hung thick with humidity and the smell of funnel cakes as Maya smoothed her hands over her dress for the hundredth time tonight. County fair. First date. With Jade, ...
Chloe's grip on her oversized bucket **hat** was leaving sweaty palm prints. It was her armor against the merciless July sun, against Jake Miller's eyes that kept finding her acros...
Maya stood in Jake's kitchen, staring down the papaya like it was about to attack her. "You got this," she whispered to herself, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. Jake, the cu...
The HDMI cable lay tangled on my floor like a dead snake, which was fitting considering my social life was equally lifeless. I'd been hiding in my room for three hours, doom-scroll...
Maya's summer had been going exactly nowhere until Jenna slid into her DMs with a proposition that was either brilliant or a total disaster. "So there's this padel tournament at t...
Maya had spent her entire high school career at the bottom of the social pyramid—invisible, quiet, perfectly fine blending into the lockers. That was before she found the hat. It ...
Maya's hands shook as she looped the yarn, her fingers fumbling through the cable stitch for the hundredth time. The grey rescue cat, Barnaby, watched from her bedframe with judgme...
The pool party at Chelsea's house was basically social suicide if you didn't have an invite. I definitely shouldn't have been there. But here I was, standing by the edge in my one-...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, staring at the backyard pool where Tyler—actual Tyler, varsity jacket Ty...
The carnage stared back at me from the kitchen counter. One empty goldfish bowl. Zero fish. Max—my golden retriever who thinks he's a princess—sat nearby, looking suspiciously inno...
Zoe Moreno had three goals for freshman year: stop hiding her curls under beanies, climb at least two rungs up Westwood High's invisible social pyramid, and survive lunch period wi...
Maya was practically a zombie by Friday afternoon. Three weeks of finals, zero sleep, and her parents fighting every night had turned her into someone who just went through the mot...