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Jae stared at the ethernet **cable** draped over his monitor like a dead snake. Third time this week his connection had crapped right in the middle of a ranked match. His Discord w...
Maya's vintage **cable**-knit beanie wasn't just a **hat** — it was her social armor. Sophomore year at Northwood High, and she'd mastered the art of disappearing into oversized ev...
Maya smoothed down her dress, fingers trembling. First real high school party, and she'd spent two weeks overthinking her outfit. The hallway was packed - a **bear** of a guy in a ...
My lucky hat was crooked, but that wasn't stopping me from entering the pyramid of social doom—also known as Jessica's basement party. The neon signs and fog machine hit me like a ...
I was already drowning. Not literally—that came later—but socially, absolutely. The first week of sophomore year and I'd already managed to become the girl who spilled cafeteria **...
Maya's hair was supposed to be beach waves. Instead, after three hours at Jenna's pool party, it looked like a drowned rat convention. She huddled in the shallow end, clutching her...
Practice started in ten minutes and I was seriously considering faking my own death. Or at least a sprained ankle. Anything to avoid the humiliation that was definitely, absolutely...
The padel court was where everything happened at Westwood High — if you weren't playing, you were watching, and if you were watching, you were definitely watching someone specific....
Marcus stood frozen in the doorway, the party music thrumming against his chest. His iphone buzzed in his pocket — another snap from the group chat he'd been ghosting since seventh...
Maya's older sister's makeup bag sat open on the bathroom counter, and inside it: a neon orange bottle of multivitamins. Maya didn't even like vitamins—she'd only swiped them becau...
Maya's palms were sweating through her batting gloves as she stepped up to the plate. The regional semifinals. Bottom of the seventh. Two outs, bases loaded. Her team was down by t...
Marcus stood at the edge of the diving board, toes curled around the rough surface. Below him, the pool water shimmered like liquid glass, and somewhere behind him, a bunch of seni...