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Maya slumped against the gymnasium wall, texting her bestie Jasmine. This school's social hierarchy was literally the worst. One minute you're crushing it, the next you're persona ...
Maya's summer was supposed to be her glow-up era. That was before the papaya smoothie incident at Sarah's pool party, which somehow managed to wreck her entire social life in appro...
The spinach incident started it all — or more accurately, ended it. There I was, first week as a busboy at Salvatore's, trying to impress the older waiters, when I walked up to tab...
Maya's hair was doing that weird frizz thing it always did when she was nervous, which explained why she hadn't taken off her beat-up baseball cap since arriving at Tyler's pool pa...
Maya stared at the blender like it had personally offended her. The ingredients stared back: a mound of raw spinach that looked like it could choke a grown man, a banana that had s...
My hair had never looked worse, and of course, this was the day Lucas decided to notice me. "Nice... look," he said, gesturing vaguely at my head. My attempt at beachy waves had m...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's social pyramid—seniors at the popular tables forming the base, juniors and sophomores stacked in the middle, with freshmen scattered at the edges lik...
The chlorine hit Maya's nose before she even saw the backyard. Ryder's house. Actual Ryder, whose Instagram stories got 500 views minimum. Maya clutched her Hydro Flask like it was...
Jax felt like a zombie. Three hours of sleep after binge-watching The Last of Us will do that to you. He shuffled toward his locker, eyes half-closed, already dreading first period...
I felt like a complete zombie at Jessica's party. Three days of finals, zero sleep, and now here I was—standing at the edge of her above-ground pool in jeans and a t-shirt because ...
The backyard hummed with that specific Friday night energy—the kind that makes your chest tight even when you're trying to look chill. Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutc...
Jay adjusted his headphones, the tangled **cable** swinging against his chest like a fourth limb he hadn't grown into yet. The skate park hummed with Friday afternoon energy—the cl...