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The boardwalk smelled like fried dough and desperation, which was basically the vibe of sophomore year anyway. I wiped my sweaty **palms** on my cutoff shorts for the third time, w...
The pool party was already in full swing when I arrived, clutching my phone like a life preserver. Through the screen, I watched everyone else living their best lives—splash fights...
The water in the **pool** shimmered like liquid diamonds, but Maya's stomach felt like it was doing backflips. This was Tyler's party—THE Tyler from AP Bio who somehow made Bunsen ...
Riley's orange hair wasn't a phase, no matter what her mom said. It was a statement. A very bright, very unnatural statement that got her kicked out of honor roll photos and made r...
The first day of sophomore year, Maya somehow got roped into joining the Padel Club. She didn't even know what padel was — apparently it's tennis meets squash, played in a cage by ...
Maya's first mistake was trusting Skye with the Instagram filter. The second was believing that friendship came in a neat little pyramid scheme. "It's not MLM, it's *network marke...
My life was basically a goldfish bowl—transparent, cramped, and full of people tapping on the glass expecting me to do something entertaining. Which was ironic, considering my actu...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, her heart doing that weird fluttery thing it always did when Liam was within a twenty-foot radius. He was at the net, laughing at somethi...
Maya's iphone buzzed for the third time in five minutes, another notification from the group chat blowing up about Jordan's party this weekend. She stared at the screen, feeling li...
Marcus's summer was supposed to be lit — streaming, gaming, zero parental supervision. Instead, his parents announced they'd inherited a "rustic charm" cabin. Three hours north. No...
The pool party was already giving Maya second-hand anxiety, but there was no backing out now. Junior year. Social suicide zone. She'd spent forty-five minutes straightening her hai...
I wasn't supposed to be at Jordan's party. I wasn't supposed to be anywhere, honestly, considering I'd spent the last three weeks basically ghosting everyone after what happened wi...