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I stood at home plate feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep because Maya finally replied to my text at 2 AM, and now here I was at baseball tryouts looking like I...
Maya adjusted her flannel for the tenth time, her palms sweating against the red solo cup. This was it — her first actual high school party. Her social battery had been threatening...
The coaxial cable lay tangled across Maya's bedroom floor like a dead snake, its copper wire exposed where she'd chewed through the rubber casing during Tuesday's math test meltdow...
Maya's palms were literally sweating through her phone case as she stared at the notification on her screen. Pool party at Jason's house. Every. Single. Popular. Person. Would. Be....
My life peaked at 11:47 PM on a Tuesday. I was three hours deep into my weekly instagram investigation—aka, spying on Mia's profile from my burner account—when my iPhone battery h...
My cat Luna is basically my only real friend. She doesn't care that I'm socially awkward or that my anxiety spikes like I've chugged three espressos whenever cute boys are near. Sh...
Jordan adjusted their swim cap for the third time, fingers shaking. The regional finals. Everything. And their so-called best friend hadn't shown up. "She's not coming, you know,"...
Maya smoothed her vintage sundress for the hundredth time, feeling like an imposter at Crystal's pool party. The Hernandez estate had everything—waterfall, cabanas, even a weird co...
Maya stood at the edge of the crystal-blue water, clutching her orange soda like it was a lifeline. The pool party was in full swing — music thumping, people laughing, and somewher...
Maya's palms were sweating—like, actually dripping—while clutching the papaya smoothie she'd spent twenty minutes hyping herself up to buy. This was it. The moment she'd been overt...
Leo's legs burned as he pounded the dirt path behind the school, mile repeats killing him softly, as Coach liked to say. 4:45 pace, then 4:40, then a disastrous 4:55 that had his l...
Maya's palms were sweating like crazy. Why had she agreed to come to Jake's party again? Oh right, because Chloe—her supposed best **friend** since seventh grade—had practically dr...