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The party was already dead when Kayla's phone hit 3%. Typical. "Anyone have a charger?" she asked the room, holding up her dying iPhone like evidence at a crime scene. Jake fro...
The social hierarchy of Northwood High worked like a pyramid. At the top sat the varsity athletes and TikTok-famous kids, while everyone else scrambled for footing somewhere in the...
Maya's hands shook as she clutched her phone, the screen illuminating the string of unread texts from the swim group chat. You coming to Jake's tonight? Everyone's gonna be there. ...
Maya's hair had officially declared war. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizzy rebellion into something resembling "effortless beach waves," but now she just loo...
The cable cut out again. Third time this week, right as Maya's stream was blowing up. She stared at the frozen chat, her face mid-laugh, stuck in that awkward moment where she'd ju...
Maya stood at the edge of the cement pool deck, her chlorine-soaked nerves doing backflips. The beat of some TikTok viral song thumped from portable speakers, and practically every...
The social hierarchy of sophomore year worked like a pyramid, whether anyone admitted it or not. At the top sat the varsity athletes, the kids whose parties everyone pretended not ...
My braces were basically metal magnets for humiliation. So naturally, when Jake Townsend invited me to his pool party—the social event of the sophomore year—I spent three days anal...
The summer humidity hit like a wall as I rolled up to Tyler's pool party. My stomach did that thing where it simultaneously feels like butterflies and I might throw up. This was su...
The invitation had been sitting in Maya's DMs for three days before she finally typed 'yeah omw.' Chase's pool party. The Chase. As in, the guy she'd been lowkey staring at across ...
Maya's eighth grade social hierarchy was a pyramid, and she was definitely somewhere near the bottom—maybe the sedimentary layer underneath. Her locker was in Section 7B, the forgo...
The spinach smoothie was definitely a mistake. Leo stood at the baseline of the padel court, his heart hammering against his ribs. Maya—the girl who'd transferred to Hamilton Hig...