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Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweaty. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time and stared at the entrance to Tyler's backyard pool party. "You good, best...
Maya clutched her iPhone so hard her knuckles turned white. 3:47 PM. The text from Jordan still glowed on the screen: 'Meet me at the field. Important.' She grabbed her lucky base...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was basically a temple to the popular kids, and Maya? She was somewhere in the foundation—buried, unseen, and definitely not getting worshipped...
Maya's first mistake was thinking she could navigate Taylor's house party without completely embarrassing herself. The social hierarchy of sophomore year felt like something you ne...
The chlorine hit Maya first—that sharp, chemical punch that meant we were back at the community pool where half our school seemed to congregate every Friday. I adjusted my oversize...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sunset blonde. Not neon traffic cone orange. She stared at her reflection, the bathroom light making the disaster even more blinding. First day of so...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her iPhone screen, the glowing backlight illuminating her nervous expression in the darkness of the cabin. Three days at Camp Pine Lake and she still had...
Leo adjusted his dad's oversized sunglasses, feeling like a total fraud. The country club pool sparkled with teenage royalty—Maya Chen laughing with her friends by the deep end, gl...
I was running—not the chill kind, but the my-life-is-officially-over kind. My hair had decided today of all days to embrace its inner frizz ball, defying three different products I...
The mid-July heat radiating off the deck made the soles of my feet practically sizzle. Palm Vista Resort. Where the popular kids from school congregated like they owned the place. ...
The spinach stuck in my braces was basically a metaphor for my entire existence. I'd spent forty minutes on my hair that morning. Forty. Carefully curling the pieces that framed m...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — as she stood against the kitchen counter at Tyler's party. The bass from the living room thrummed through her chest, but her ...