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Maya's stomach did backflips as she stared at the Jacksons' backyard. The **pool** glittered like broken glass under the July sun, already packed with half the sophomore class. She...
The brim of my baseball hat pulled low, I shuffled through the hallway like a zombie—dead inside, surviving on three hours of sleep and an iced coffee that had stopped working hour...
Jordan clicked through Kai's story for the third time that hour. Same filter, same aesthetic lunch shot, same weird caption about "new chapters." Something was off. Kai had been di...
Jordan adjusted the vintage fedora she'd spent thirty minutes styling perfectly. This was it—the first real party of sophomore year, and she was finally going to talk to Maya, the ...
The padel court smelled like rubber and desperation. I stood there, clutching my racquet like a lifeline, my frizzy hair springing everywhere despite three different products I'd t...
Marcus adjusted his baseball cap, pulling the brim low over his eyes. He wasn't here to buy groceries. He was here on a mission — to spy on Chloe, the girl from AP Bio who sat thre...
The pool party at Jenna's house was supposed to be the highlight of summer before sophomore year, but Maya stood on the deck clutching her towel like a security blanket. Everyone e...
Maya's fork hovered halfway to her mouth when she saw him. Lucas. The boy who made her stomach do backflips and her brain turn to complete mush. Today he was wearing that ridiculou...
The house felt too quiet, which was exactly the problem. Mom's car wasn't in the driveway, and Dad's truck had been gone since before I woke up. Again. I sprawled across my bed, D...
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...