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Maya's first mistake was agreeing to car **pool** to Jessica's party. Stuck in the backseat between Tyler (who kept manspreading into her territory) and some sophomore who refused ...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be chill, but my stomach was doing backflips. I stood by the edge, nursing a lukewarm soda, watching Maya float on one of those ridi...
Maya felt like a total spy at North High, infiltrating the cool crowd one lunch table at a time. She'd spent three weeks perfecting the art of casual conversation, dropping just th...
Maya stared at her reflection in the cafeteria mirror, groaning inwardly. Of all days to have a piece of bright orange lettuce stuck in her braces, it had to be today—the day Jason...
Marcus pulled his snapback lower, practically disappearing into its brim. First day at Northwood High, and he was already regretting everything. His vintage thrifted hat—that he'd ...
My palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping onto the fiberglass handle of the **padel** racket, which was honestly disgusting considering this thing probably cost more than my ...
I was basically a zombie by third period AP Euro. Not the cool, brain-eating kind. The kind that hasn't slept since Tuesday and is running on iced coffee and spite. "You look dead...
Maya felt like a total spy at Northwood High. Not the cool, black-trench-coat kind. More like the invisible ghost kind, floating through hallways with her oversized hoodies, watchi...
Maya's cat, Luna, had zero respect for personal space — or social conventions. That's how Maya found herself sprinting across the cafeteria with a glob of spinach stuck in her brac...
Maya's cracked iPhone 11 buzzed against her leg, a familiar notification ping that made her stomach drop. Another group chat blowing up without her. Again. Three weeks since she'd...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the track for the third time, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Coach Miller's voice echoed through the stadium, but she barely registered it. Sh...
The padel court at Palm Vista Country Club smelled like expensive sunscreen and desperation. I stood at the net, clutching a racquet I'd never touched before, while Chloe—the club'...