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The baseball cap sat backwards on my head, pulling down just enough to hide the panic in my eyes. First day at Northwood High, and I was already three minutes late to homeroom. My ...
The text appeared on my phone at 2:47 AM: *pool party @ jess's tomorrow u coming??* I stared at the ceiling, my stomach doing that familiar flip thing. Jess's pool parties were le...
Maya slumped in her seat, third period detention staring back at her like a bad decision—which it technically was. The orange plastic chair was uncomfortable enough without Mr. Hen...
The vitamin gummies tasted like artificial strawberry and insecurity. Mom had pushed the bottle into my hands that morning, her eyes doing that thing where she tried to mask her pa...
Maya's palms were sweating so much her batting gloves practically slid right off. Varsity tryouts, junior year, and Coach Miller watching like a hawk. No pressure or anything. "Yo...
I stared at my reflection, horror flooding my chest. My hair — supposed to be a subtle auburn highlight situation — was now an electric blue that glowed under the bathroom lights. ...
The summer before freshman year, everything changed. Maya and I had been best friends since kindergarten, but now she wore lip gloss and talked about boys who played varsity baseba...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — as she gripped the detention slip. First time ever. Her mom was going to absolutely lose it. "Caught you," smirked Leo, lean...
Maya stood in front of her locker, clutching the papaya her mom had packed for lunch like it was a grenade. Who brought papaya to school? Apparently, she did now that her mom had g...
Maya's life was basically a pyramid scheme of social anxiety. At the bottom: freshman nobody. In the middle: trying to figure out which friend group wouldn't destroy her soul by Fr...
The pool party at Jasmine's house was supposed to be my social rebranding moment. Freshman year had been a masterclass in invisibility — I was the girl who sat third row, second se...
Maya's palms were sweating legit rivers, which was exactly why she'd agreed to let Brianna's cousin read them at the homecoming carnival. The setup was sketchy—a folding table drap...