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The hat was my mom's idea — a vintage neon yellow trucker cap with DEEZ NUTS embroidered across the front. She called it "ironic retro." I called it social suicide. But at Chase's ...
Maya's mom dropped the bomb at breakfast: they were spending summer at Aunt Rita's farm. No WiFi. No friends. Just cows and an organic spinach patch the size of a football field. ...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking. The mechanical bull at Jake's birthday party lurked beneath her like a dormant monster, its vinyl hide gleaming under the basement's LED lights....
Maya's first mistake was thinking high school had an instruction manual. Her second was trusting Lily with her secret crush. "You're literally in the friend zone, babe," Lily said...
The air was thick enough to chew. Marco stood by the back fence, nursing a lukewarm soda and wishing he could teleport back to his room. This was exactly the kind of party he sucke...
Maya stood outside Tyler's house, heart hammering like a trapped bird. First real party. No parents. Just juniors and seniors and the terrifying possibility of saying something wei...
Maya's first day at FoodPlus wasn't exactly the summer vibe she'd pictured. While her friends were posting beach content and living their best lives, she was stuck arranging **spin...
Marcus choked down his daily vitamin gummy—his mom's idea, like that would fix his benchwarming status—and gripped the chain-link fence. The Knights were down 3-2 in the seventh, a...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The screen glowed with Instagram stories of everyone having the best summer ever—everyone except her, appa...
Maya stood at the padel court's edge, gripping her racquet like a lifeline. The summer heat made everything shimmer—her older brother's friends, the competitive energy, the way Lia...
Marcus had been stuck in the middle of Miller High's social pyramid since sixth grade—too cool for the basement-dwelling gamers, not nearly cool enough for the apex where varsity j...
Maya's cat, Vitamin, judged her from the windowsill. Again. "You're not helping," she told him, adjusting the straps of a swimsuit she'd bought online without trying on because *...