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Maya's phone buzzed with another text from Jordan: *U coming? Regionals in 20.* Maya stared at her running shoes by the door, then at the packed duffel bag with her swimsuit. Same...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even stepped through the gate. Another Tuesday at the rec center pool, another day of pretending I didn't notice how Maya's wet hair stuck to her...
The invitation slid into my DMs at 11:47 PM: pool party at Jessica's house tomorrow. My hands shook as I typed "yes!!" with three too many exclamation points. This was it—my chance...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again—frizzing up like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket, even though she'd used half a bottle of anti-frizz serum. She stood at the e...
Marcus's fedora wasn't even cool — it was this crusty thrift store find he'd worn every day since seventh grade. But it was his thing. His brand. The hat that said "I'm weird and I...
Maya's sweaty palm gripped her iPhone so hard she thought she might crack the screen. It was her first high school party, and literally everyone seemed to know exactly what they we...
My palms were sweating so bad I could barely grip my phone, which was low-key pathetic. Standing behind Jaden at the boba shop, I was literally vibrating with nervous energy. My be...
Marcus's golden retriever, Buster, knew something was off. The dog had been side-eyeing me all summer, like he could see right through my fake-it-till-you-make-it vibe. "You sure ...
Maya's phone buzzed. Third time in five minutes. "You coming to Tyler's party?" Becca's text read. "Everyone's gonna be there." Maya stared at the flashing screen, thumb hoverin...
I'd been running from myself for three months straight. Track practice, AP classes, the perfect college applications—my life was a carefully curated Instagram post, hollow and filt...
Maya's **iphone** buzzed with another DM from Kyle—she'd been left on read for three days. The social **pyramid** of sophomore year had crystallized over summer, and somehow she'd ...
Jake swallowed his vitamin C gummy with the same enthusiasm he felt about starting freshman baseball tryouts — which was zero. His mom swore the vitamins would boost his immune sys...