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Maya stood outside the house, heart hammering like a bass drop at a dubstep show. Her first real high school party. Inside, muffled laughter and bass thumped against the door. She ...
I'd become a digital **spy**, stalking Mia's Instagram until 2 AM every night. Three months ago, we'd been best friends since kindergarten, practically sisters who finished each ot...
Maya's first week at North High felt like walking through a maze blindfolded. Every hallway was a wrong turn, every classroom a new room to forget. But the real mystery wasn't the ...
The snapback hat sat pulled low on my forehead — my security blanket against TJ's end-of-summer blowout. Mom had made me take my vitamin gummies before leaving, which was honestly ...
Maya dragged her feet toward the stadium, phone buzzing in her pocket. Homecoming. The word felt like a threat. "You coming, M?" Kellen yelled from across the parking lot, already...
The vintage fox hat sat on my desk like a guilty conscience. Orange fur, pointy ears, stupid glass eyes that seemed to judge my every life choice. Mom had bought it at a thrift sto...
The cable cut out right when Jake was mid-sentence about his championship baseball game last weekend, and honestly? Thank god for small miracles. I'd been nodding along for twenty ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jeans—third time in five minutes—and tried to look casual leaning against the chain-link fence. The baseball team was finis...
Summer before junior year, I made two mistakes: agreeing to go to Jessica Miller's pool party and bringing papaya as my contribution. "Dude, who brings fruit to a party?" Marcus w...
Marcus stared at the bathroom mirror, clutching the box like it held nuclear codes. SUNSET FLAMINGO ORANGE it screamed in aggressive all-caps. His heart did something complicated, ...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. Behind her, the crowd at the Spring Fling was getting louder—laughter, bass vibrating through the gy...
My palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating through my jeans kind of sweating. "You good, bro?" Marcus asked, bouncing a **baseball** between his hands like it was the most na...