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Maya's cat, Pumpkin, decided the exact moment of her first video call with Ryan—the cute junior she'd been lowkey obsessing over for three weeks—to transform into a chaotic agent o...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. This was it—her first actual party with the popular crowd, and she was hiding in the bathroom, psyc...
Maya had spent her entire freshman year at the bottom of the Westwood High social pyramid. You know the type — invisible in hallways, chosen last for groups, eating lunch while scr...
The sky was that weird purple-green color right before a storm hits, the kind where you swear you could count the seconds before thunder. "Dude, you coming to baseball tryouts?" T...
The papaya incident started it all. I was standing by the water fountain after third period, minding my own business, when this senior—Mikey, the star baseball pitcher—bumped into ...
The party was already mid-energy when Maya dragged me through the door. Music thumped against my ribs, bass so heavy I could feel it in my teeth. People spilled from the kitchen to...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her iphone like a lifeline. The screen glowed with an unread text from him — the him who'd barely looked at her all semester. Around h...
Maya's summer job at GreenBlends Juice Bar was supposed to be easy money. Blend fruit, take orders, maybe steal a few sips of mango madness on the down-low. She didn't expect the p...
I felt like a actual zombie. Not the cool, Netflix kind with the epic makeup and dramatic backstory, but the gross, exhausted kind that shuffle through the hallways with dark circl...
The pool deck at Miller's place was basically a social minefield, and Kayla was walking through it without a map. Friday night, eighth grade, and someone's parents were out of town...
Jordan's phone buzzed on the cafeteria table—another notification from the school's anonymous gossip app. Being the unofficial self-appointed **spy** of sophomore year meant knowin...
The summer before junior year, I got a job as a lifeguard at Raging Rapids — basically the bottom of the social pyramid. My friend Chloe immediately tried recruiting me into her vi...