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Maya's heart hammered against her ribs as she gripped her iPhone, scrolling through texts she'd already read five times. *Pool party at Jake's. Everyone coming.* She stood outsid...
Jordan's phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it. Again. His palms were literally dripping, which was so embarrassing he could die. He stood outside Maya's house, clutching a...
Maya's palms were sweating so hard she could practically water plants with them. Which would've been helpful, considering the amount of tropical foliage surrounding her at Miami Ar...
Maya wasn't usually one for midnight runs, but tonight she couldn't sleep. Finals week had her feeling like a total zombie—brain fried, eyes burning, existing on nothing but Red Bu...
The chlorine stung Maya's eyes as she surfaced from the pool, gasping. Saturday at Jake's house. The social event of the season apparently, though you couldn't tell by the way half...
I felt like a total spy, crouched behind the lounge chair with my phone camera at the ready. My target: Carter Evans, junior god, currently doing laps in the deep end like he owned...
The papaya sat on the paper plate like an alien artifact. Orange, slimy, full of black seeds that looked exactly like the kind of thing you'd find inside a dead body in biology cla...
The goldfish bowl sat on the passenger seat of my older brother's beat-up Honda Civic, gurgling like a tiny, finned astronaut. Bubbles - named by my five-year-old sister, obviously...
The orange sunset painted the sky when Maya's brother Jay rolled into the driveway in his leased BMW, sunglasses on even though it was 7 PM. He'd dropped out of college three month...
Marcus adjusted his baseball cap for the fifteenth time, the brim flipped backward like he'd seen Tyler do. Tyler, whose snap-back always sat perfectly, who'd made varsity as a sop...
The vitamin D gummies sat on my nightstand, mocking me. Mom's latest attempt to fix my 'gamer complexion' — aka pale skin from spending too much time indoors. I grabbed the bottle ...
Marcus stood in right field, literally sweating through hisuni. This was fine. Everything was fine. Except he couldn't catch, couldn't hit, and had somehow volunteered to fill in f...