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Maya's phone buzzed. Party at the lake. Everyone's gonna be there. She'd been low-key crushing on Leo since seventh period English started, and this was her shot. Her chance to fi...
Riley's dad always said her attention span was worse than a goldfish, but she remembered EVERYTHING about Jackson's party last Friday. Especially the part where she humiliated hers...
The pool water shimmered like liquid sapphire under the August sun, but Leo wasn't thinking about **swimming** laps. He was thinking about the absolute disaster that had been his f...
The orange hair dye cost me twenty bucks and my mom's trust fund for the next month. Worth it? Absolutely. The way Marcus's jaw dropped when I walked into third period was basicall...
Maya's first day at Northwood High, and already she could see it—the social pyramid. Clear as day. Cheerleaders at the apex, skaters somewhere in the middle, and absolutely no one ...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping onto her iPhone screen. She was about to DM Marcus, the cute junior who'd sat behind her in bio since September, and her hands ...
The pool deck smelled like chlorine and teen spirit, which basically meant body spray and existential dread. I adjusted my goggles for the fiftieth time, trying to disappear into t...
The goldfish stared at me through the glass bowl, its mouth opening and closing like it was trying to say something profound. Probably something about how I should be asleep instea...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad her iPhone kept sliding out of her grip. Typical. The one day Jordan finally texted her back—hey, u coming 2 the field?—and she was a nervous wrec...
Maya's thumb hovered over the screen, her instagram feed a blur of perfect faces and impossible lives. The sophomore fall party raged around her—red cups thumping, bass vibrating t...
The pool party was already mid-level cringe when I spotted him. Lucas—older brother of my former best friend, currently shirtless by the deep end, looking like he walked straight o...
The padel court smelled like fresh rubber and nervous sweat. I stood there, racket feeling like a foreign object in my hand, while everyone else moved with easy confidence. This wa...