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Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in two minutes. Another TikTok notification. Another distraction. She groaned and chugged her third energy **vitamin** drink of the day, the ...
The pool party invitation had been sitting on my phone for three days. Maya's house. Saturday. 3 PM. I'd been staring at it like it was a bomb, because in a way, it was. A social b...
Marcus's stomach did that thing again—the way it always did before **baseball** tryouts. Like someone was wringing out a towel inside him. He'd eaten **spinach** with dinner last n...
Jax pulled his **baseball** cap low, trying to disappear into the dugout bench. First day at East Valley High and he'd already managed to trip over his own feet in front of half th...
The **water** balloon exploded against my chest like a cold, shocking betrayal, soaking my favorite vintage band tee. All eyes locked on me—Maya, the invisible girl who'd finally s...
Maya stared at her phone at 2:47 AM, thumbs hovering over the screen. This was officially the fifth night in a row she'd been spying on Jasmine's Instagram stories. The official fr...
Maya's hands shook as she stood outside Rico's house, clutching the Tupperware her mom had insisted she bring. 'It's respectful,' she'd said, but Maya was mortified. Who brought ho...
The backyard pool sparkled like a giant Instagram filter in the July heat. Maya stood at the edge, clutching her towel like a lifeline, while everyone else splashed like they'd bee...
Maya's iPhone was at 3% when it slipped from her grip during sophomore year's most legendary rager. She watched it slide under Jordan Chen's parents' expensive leather couch—Jordan...
The basement smelled like orange soda and secrets. Me and Jay were huddled over my dad's old pool table, the felt worn smooth in the middle where we'd spent countless summer aftern...
The July heat pressed against my skin like a heavy blanket as I stood at the edge of the abandoned baseball field. The grass had grown wild through the cracked base paths, and the ...
The party was already lowkey dead when Maya spotted him across the crowded backyard. Jason. The sphinx of sophomore year. Beautiful, mysterious, and seemingly impossible to figure ...