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The spinach stuck in my braces was literally the worst thing that could happen. Not quite — the worst was when Maya, the only friend I'd made since moving to this stuck-up prep sch...
Maya's hands were sweating. Like, actually dripping onto her denim shorts. She gripped the plastic cup of something that was definitely supposed to be fruit punch but tasted like d...
I was basically a zombie by seventh period. Two hours of sleep, three Red Bulls, and a calculus test I definitely tanked will do that to you. My brain felt like it was buffering on...
Maya's summer was supposed to go differently. Instead of hanging by the pool with her squad, she was stuck in swimming lessons — at age fifteen. The indignity. "You're not even ...
The community pool job was supposed to be easy money. I'd sit in the elevated chair, surveying my chlorine-soaked kingdom like some sort of aquatic god. Instead, I'd somehow become...
The papaya sat on the cafeteria table like an alien artifact. Nobody at Lincoln High ate papaya — we were pizza bagel people — but there it was, glistening orange and somehow mocki...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate that morning—frizzy from the summer humidity, sticking out like she'd stuck a fork in an electrical socket. So she did what any self-respecting fou...
The house party thumped like a dying heartbeat, bass vibrating through the soles of my knock-off Vans. I leaned against the wall in the kitchen, clutching a red plastic cup of luke...
Maya's phone buzzed with Jake's text: pool party @ Tyler's, u coming? Her stomach did that nervous flip thing it always did when Jake was involved. This was it—her chance to finall...
Maya's phone buzzed in her pocket, vibrating against her thigh like an anxious heartbeat. The group chat was exploding with notifications—everyone was at Jordan's pool party, and s...
Maya's crush was currently standing by the snacks, looking like actual lightning had struck him—messy hair, crooked grin, completely oblivious to her existence. Typical. "Just go ...
Maya's limbs felt heavy, like she'd been dragging concrete blocks through wet cement all morning. Three hours of sleep will do that to you — especially when you spent them doom-scr...