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The third week of sophomore year, Maya stopped being my friend. Not dramatically—no cafeteria confrontation, no stolen diary, no spilled secrets. Just a quiet, toxic drift. She sta...
Leo's palms were sweating so bad he could practically fill a water bottle. First real party. First time talking to Maya without three teachers between them. He'd spent forty minute...
I was officially the worst spy in the history of spies. My mission: observe Tyler Martinez from a distance without being creepy. My current position: behind a potted plant in the s...
The pool party was supposed to be Maya's social resurrection. After spending freshman year as the girl who "literally always" sat alone at lunch, this was her chance to finally be ...
I felt like a total zombie. Three hours of sleep final-sceason will do that to you. But here I was, at Spring Fling, because Maya said she'd be here and I'd been low-key crushing o...
Jaylen stood at the edge of Miller's Pond, clutching his phone like a lifeline. The group chat was blowing up—everyone at Tyler's party, living their best lives. Meanwhile, he was ...
The summer I turned fifteen, I learned that courage isn't something you find — it's something you fake until it becomes real. I was working at Camp Pine Ridge, nursing a crush on S...
Maya pressed her back against the chain-link fence, heart hammering like she'd just finished a set. She wasn't exactly a spy—more like a socially awkward sophomore with corner-stor...
I've been running every morning since sophomore year. Not because I particularly enjoy gasping for air while my legs feel like jelly, but because it's the only time I can actually ...
Maya's hands were literally shaking when she pulled her brand-new iPhone 15 from the pocket of her denim shorts. The screen was completely black. Dead. Gone. And all because of one...
The invite came via Snapchat at 7:43 PM on a Tuesday. Jake, the effortlessly cool junior who somehow made varsity soccer and still had time to host weekend parties, wanted me to co...
Maya's grandmother always swore by papaya face masks. 'Keeps you glowing, mija,' she'd say, slathering the orange mush on Maya's cheeks every Sunday night. But tonight was Friday —...