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Maya discovered the truth about her best friend through a tangled HDMI cable behind Jordan's TV. "Wait, why does your setup look like a surveillance station?" Maya asked, gesturin...
Maya's iPhone was at 3% battery. The charging cable was somewhere in her backpack, buried under half-eaten granola bars and a hoodie that smelled like campfire smoke. She'd been at...
Maya's older sister Kira had been claiming to be a government spy for three months. She'd disappear at midnight with 'classified missions,' return at dawn with fake grass stains on...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — as she stood at the edge of the pool party. Her cousin Jada had dragged her along, promised it would be "lowkey chill," but t...
Maya's hair had been behaving weirdly all week, but today—picture day, of all days—it decided to stage a full-blown rebellion against gravity and product alike. She stood in front ...
Jordan's hair refused to cooperate. Not surprising, considering it was the most important night of freshman year and his curls had staged a full rebellion. The spring formal was in...
Leo felt like a total zombie as he dragged himself toward the Hendersons' backyard pool party. Two weeks of summer school calculus will do that to you — drain your brain cells and ...
Leo's summer was supposed to be about getting shredded—his older brother's word, not his. That's why his bathroom counter was cluttered with supplements his mom swore were essentia...
Okay, so my life is officially a low-budget rom-com, and I'm the chaotic best friend who ruins everything. It started with Jayden—captain of the swim team, owner of a smile that s...
Maya adjusted the stupid sequined top hat—part of her 'Great Gatsby' costume for Homecoming—when the first crack of **lightning** split the sky outside the gymnasium. Perfect. Just...
The rodeo grounds smelled like funnel cakes and desperation. I clutched my iPhone 13 like it was my last connection to civilization—which, honestly, it was. My phone buzzed again. ...
The party was already in full swing when Maya arrived, fashionably late and internally panicking. Her palms were sweating — actual, literal sweat — as she clutched her red solo cup...