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Maya stood frozen in the middle of the cafeteria, clutching her lunch tray like a shield. Behind her, Tyler—aka the bull of Northwood High—barreled through the crowd without even l...
My streak of avoiding sports at all costs ended the day Chloe texted: "Padel tournament. Saturday. You're playing." I'd been running from exactly this moment since freshman year. ...
My palms were sweating so bad I could barely grip my phone. Typical. The first party of sophomore year and I was already spiraling. "You good, Maya?" Lena asked from beside me. Le...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. She'd spent two hours trying to perfect the beach waves that looked effortless on every TikTok tutorial, but instead she ended up with something t...
Marcus stood outside the dugout, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. Tryouts for the varsity baseball team. The one thing he'd wanted since freshman year, bac...
The house party raged around me like a storm I wasn't dressed for. My cousin Jasmine's beach mansion overflowed with seniors from Northwood High, all golden skin and perfect teeth....
Maya's palms were sweating as she gripped the cold water bottle. Third day at Northwood High, and she was already drowning in the social hierarchy she'd mentally mapped as a pyrami...
Maya gripped the bathroom counter, staring at her reflection. The purple hair dye had turned out way more intense than the box promised. Like, violently grape. Her mom was gonna lo...
Maya's plastic bag dripped carnival water onto her jeans. Inside swam Goldie—that weirdly wonky goldfish she'd won because Tyler convinced her she'd never make the toss. Now she wa...
My palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating, which was exactly what you didn't want when you were about to read someone's palm at the biggest party of the summer. "You're gonn...
Maya's stomach did that annoying flip-flop thing again — the same one she'd been dealing with since seventh grade when her social anxiety decided to move in permanently. She stood ...
Maya's thumb hovered over her iPhone screen, the blue light painting her face in the empty locker room. Another notification. Another group chat she'd been excluded from. The runni...