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The iPhone was dying at 4%, and I was freaking out. Not just because my mom would kill me if she couldn't reach me, but because *she* had finally texted back after three days of ra...
Maya pressed herself against the lockers, basically a professional **spy** at this point. Three weeks of watching Kai laugh at his friends' jokes across the cafeteria, of memorizin...
Maya had been spying on Liam from across the cafeteria for weeks—not like a creepy stalker spy, just the casual I-happen-to-be-looking-in-your-direction kind of spy. She had the ro...
The party at Tyler's house was supposed to be lit, but Maya stood in the corner, phone in hand, heart pounding like a bass drop. This was it — her chance to finally talk to him, af...
The cable guy was supposed to show between noon and four, which basically meant never, according to Mom. So of course that's when Leo decided it was the perfect time to practice hi...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. *pool party @ jake's!!! u coming???* She stared at the screen. Jake. The same Jake whose Instagram she'd been low-key spyi...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his towel like a shield. They can smell fear. Just get in the water, he told himself. Chloe was there, laughing with her friends by...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking as she stood outside Jake's house, the bass thumping through the walls like a second heartbeat. Her first real high school party. She'd spent two...
The HDMI cable lay coiled on my floor like a dead snake, mocking me. "You got this, Marcus," I whispered to myself, which is exactly what someone says right before they don't got ...
The lightning had been flashing all afternoon, but that wasn't why my palms were sweating. It was Emma Martinez's pool party, and somehow I'd ended up in the deep end without reall...
I'd been a total idiot, thinking I could play the spy game just to impress some older kids who couldn't care less about me. Now here I was, ninth grade, hiding behind the bleachers...
The neighborhood pool party was happening, and Maya's social standing hung in the balance. She'd spent three hours straightening her hair—only for the humidity to turn it into a fr...