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Maya's phone buzzed during third period. Skyler texted: *warehouse party tonight. bring $50 for the 'investment opportunity'.* Maya should've known. Skyler's Instagram had been su...
The bull snorted, steam clouding in the crisp arena air. Riley's palms slick against the metal railing, orange-streaked hair escaping her helmet. This wasn't just about proving som...
Maya's universe revolved around two immutable facts: she was invisible, and her crush Jake noticed everyone except her. Standing before her mirror, she pulled the vintage fedora ov...
My hair looked like a cotton candy explosion. Mom said pink was "expressive," but at Carter Morrison's house party, expressive felt like social suicide. I yanked my beanie down — t...
The neighborhood pool party was basically my personal hell. I stood by the snack table, nursing a warm soda like it was my only friend. The cool kids splashed in the shallow end, t...
Maya's phone buzzed with three pings in rapid succession. Party at Jordan's. Parents gone. You coming? She stared at her ceiling, the classic teenage debate warring in her head. S...
Maya's hands shook as she stared at her iPhone screen. The notification lit up her face in the dark bathroom: pool party at Jake's house tonight. Her stomach did a literal backflip...
The sky over Cedar Lake turned that sickly greenish color that makes everyone's phone blow up with severe weather alerts. But Maya was too busy dying of embarrassment to notice. "...
Jordan's palms were sweating, which was exactly why the whole papaya situation was happening in the first place. "You brought what to lunch?" Maya stared at the Tupperware like J...
The brass sphinx stared at me from the corner shelf, its wings frozen mid-spread, stone eyes judging my inability to price anything correctly. "You're overthinking it again, Jorda...
Marcus's reflection in the bathroom mirror showed exactly what he'd feared: bright green **spinach** wedged between his front teeth. Perfect. Just perfect. Maya, the girl he'd bee...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the orange hair she'd dyed two nights ago. It wasn't supposed to turn out this bright—like, traffic cone bright—but now she was s...