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Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping. This was it. The first house party of sophomore year, and she was currently wedged into a corner between a particle-board book...
The cafeteria hummed with that Friday-before-break energy, everyone vibrating on their phones like lit-up zombies in a horror movie I'd definitely stream later. I caught my reflect...
The first thing you should know about Josh's lake house party: nobody actually went swimming. Not really. We stood waist-deep in water that smelled like algae and teenage desperati...
Leo pulled his dad's old baseball cap down low, trying to disappear into his locker. Sophomore year at Creekwood High was supposed to be his year—finally not the quiet kid who blen...
The coaxial cable lay across my bedroom floor like a dead snake, frayed at the end where I'd yanked it from the wall. My mom was gonna lose it when she got home from her shift, but...
Maya's plan for the perfect summer involved exactly three things: avoiding Jason Chen (who'd rejected her in front of everyone at Spring Fling), working as little as possible at th...
Maya's palms were sweating, which was ironic considering she was about to get into a pool. The entire swim team stood by the diving boards like some kind of athletic pyramid scheme...
My palms were sweating. Again. I wiped them on my shorts for the third time, staring at the entrance to Jessica's pool party like it was the gates to Mordor. The massive palm tree ...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip her phone. First day at Jefferson High and she'd already managed to signup for something called "padel club" by accident—sh...
Maya's hair had been betraying her since seventh grade. In bathroom mirrors, in classroom windows, in the black reflection of her phone screen—the frizz always won. Her mother call...
Maya pressed her forehead against the cool glass of her bedroom window, spy-mode fully engaged. Three houses down, the cool kids were having another party. She could see them throu...
The county fair smelled like fried dough and desperation, but Maya was here for one reason: to prove she wasn't the same girl who'd cried at the petting zoo last year. She adjusted...