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The first day of sophomore year, Jordan learned that navigating high school hallways required more strategy than any video game. That's when she saw it—a painted sphinx on the wall...
The spinach stuck in my teeth was literally the least of my problems. "You're really going through with this?" Maya asked, eyeing me like I'd just announced I was joining a cult....
Maya clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, thumbs hovering over Jordan's contact. Three weeks of texting, emoji-heavy conversations that made her stomach do actual backflips, and no...
My life is basically one long exercise in being a human glitch. Exhibit A: I'm currently lurking behind a potted ficus at the spring formal, pretending to check my phone for the ei...
The pool party invitation sat on my desk like a dare. Kai's house. Saturday. Swimming. I stared at the word like it was in another language. "You going?" Maya asked from my bed, ...
The pool deck at Tyler's party felt like a battlefield of social tiers, and Jordan was definitely on the losing side. Clinging to the edge of the inflatable orange raft like it was...
Alex's senior year was supposed to be legendary. Instead, he was sweating inside a forty-pound bear costume, the mascot for Northwood High, while his ex-best friend Cody ran the ac...
Marcus stared at the goldfish bowl on his desk, watching Bubblegum do her usual laps. "Dude, you're literally talking to a fish again," his little sister Chen called from the doorw...
I was absolutely not ready for Jordan's pool party. Like, physically spiraling in the bathroom while my mom yelled at me to take my **vitamin** gummy because I'd 'skip every meal i...
Maya's life existed entirely within the six-inch glass rectangle of her iPhone. Between her ex's blatant thirst-trap posts and Chloe's cryptic story updates, she'd forgotten how to...
Maya stared at her reflection, convinced the universe had a personal vendetta against her social life. Her hair, once a respectable shade of medium brown, was now an electric neon ...
Chloe's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip her phone. The text stared back at her: *Pool party @ Marcus's. U coming?* She couldn't swim. Like, at all. But she also c...