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Maya felt like a total zombie after finals week—three hours of sleep per night for five days straight will do that to you. But she'd promised Jade she'd come to the pool party, and...
Freshman year was basically a pyramid scheme nobody asked to sign up for. Seniors at the top, getting all the glory — varsity jackets, prime parking spots, first pick at lunch. The...
Maya stared at the bathroom mirror, braces catching the fluorescent light. In exactly twenty minutes, she'd be at Jake's house for their "study session" — the first time they'd hun...
The cable guy was currently drilling into my bedroom wall, effectively ruining any chance I had of looking cool when Leo came over later. "Just need to tighten this connection," h...
Marcus had spent the entire summer in zombie mode—brain fried from scrolling TikTok at 3 AM, eyes glazed from binge-watching shows until his dad's ancient cable package glitched ou...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again — the frizzy halo effect that made her look like she'd stuck a fork in an electrical socket. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, brand...
My hair was doing that thing again—the thing where it defies physics and social norms simultaneously. I'd spent forty-five minutes with the straightener, fighting a losing battle a...
Maya stared at the orange vending machine in the school hallway, willing it to accept her crumpled dollar. Behind her, someone cleared their throat. "You're doing it wrong," said ...
Maya stared at the bathroom mirror, her normally manageable frizz now exploding like she'd stuck a fork in an electrical socket. The humidity was doing numbers on her hair, and nat...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping onto her denim shorts. Which was gross, but also completely justified given that Tyler—the Tyler who sat behind her in third per...
Marcus stood at the plate, sweat dripping down his back. The summer heat was absolutely brutal. His new orange cleats—his one splurge after his dad got promoted—felt like they were...
The pool party was everything I dreaded: bodies pressed together, bass thumping against my ribs, the smell of coconut sunscreen and cheap perfume. I stood by the edge, nursing a lu...