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Maya's hands wouldn't stop sweating. She gripped her phone so hard her **palm** left a fog on the screen, but she couldn't look away. There it was again—another photo of Alex at th...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — which was unfortunate because she was currently gripping a red solo cup and trying to look casual at Chloe's legendary pool p...
The **pool** glittered like a giant spilled diamond, and somewhere in its depths, my dignity was probably doing laps. "Bro, you coming?" Tyler called, already shirtless with abs t...
The spinach smoothie sat on the counter like a radioactive science experiment. Aunt Sarah swore it was her bestseller, but I'd never actually seen anyone willingly order the "Green...
Maya's hands shook as she applied the lip gloss in the bathroom mirror. Her cat, Luna, wound around her ankles, probably sensing the nerves radiating off her like heat waves. "You...
I was running for sophomore class president when my life decided to implode. "Maya, your campaign is literally cringe," said Jordan, sliding into the booth next to me at The Bean....
Maya had been running for what felt like forever. Not the physical kind—she sucked at gym class—but the emotional kind. Running from the awkward incident at lunch, where everyone h...
The summer air was thick enough to chew, the kind of humid heaviness that makes everything feel slowed down, like someone dropped the frame rate on reality. I stood by the edge of ...
The zombie makeup was itching my face something fierce, but that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was that Maya hadn't spoken to me since we got into Jordan's car, and th...
The school cafeteria had its own ecosystem—a straight-up pyramid scheme where varsity athletes sat at the apex, and everyone else fought for the crumbs below. Marcus, a linebacker ...
The bull in the school's logo stared down at me like it knew I was about to crash. I'd been running for weeks—morning practices, evening laps, everything Coach Miller said would tu...
I'd been metaphorically swimming through freshman year invisible—just another body in the hallway current—until Maya cornered me after third period with a proposition that made my ...