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The pool water glowed that fake electric blue, the kind that only exists at midnight when you're somewhere you definitely shouldn't be. Maya's older brother said the neighborhood p...
Maya's iphone buzzed in her pocket, vibrating against her leg like an anxious heartbeat. Another text from Jake: 'u coming or what? everyone's waiting.' She'd been **running** lap...
Maya's heart was pounding as she stood outside the school cafeteria, clutching the ridiculous orange beanie her grandmother had knitted. It was practically neon—like, actual traffi...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sunset copper. Instead, it looked like a traffic cone had thrown up on her head. The box promised "subtle orange highlights" but apparently the manuf...
The pool deck at Tyler's house was packed—everybody who was anybody from sophomore year was there, floating in the glowing blue water or pretending to be chill around the edge. May...
I'm the girl who knows everything about everyone. A professional spy in the cafeteria, tracking social hierarchies like they're endangered species. Today's target: Fox, the new tra...
I'd been operating on zombie mode for three days straight—thanks, finals week—when Maya dragged me to her legendary end-of-year party. My social battery was at 2%, and the spinach ...
Marcus stood in the batter's box, sweat dripping down his temple like he'd just run a marathon instead of standing there waiting for the pitch. The summer league baseball game had ...
The social hierarchy at summer camp operated like a pyramid. At the apex sat the padel court champions — Jake and his crew of vineyard-vine shirt wearers who dominated the court ev...
Maya felt like a literal zombie as she dragged herself into third period AP Bio. Two hours of sleep because her mom decided 3 AM was the perfect time to practice her violin in the ...
Maya's fingers scrolled through Emma's Instagram stories, each one a tiny betrayal. Her best friend since fourth grade was at Tyler's party without her. Again. The caption read "sq...
The text bubble popped up on my screen: **Pool party @ Jake's. Everyone coming. U in?** My thumbs hovered. I wasn't exactly pool-party material, but sophomore year was supposed to...