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Maya's room looked like a cosmetics factory had exploded. Three different foundations were smeared across her forehead like a failed science experiment, and her normally reliable c...
The text lit up my iPhone screen like a warning flare: 'POOL PARTY @ JAKE'S - DON'T BE AWKWARD.' Thanks, Maya. Really helpful. I'd been crushing on Jake since seventh period PE wh...
The vitamin gummies in my pocket were supposed to be my secret weapon—Mom swore they'd help me 'focus' at my new job at Tropical Freeze. Instead, they were just melting into a stic...
I pulled my beanie down lower—like, halfway to my eyebrows level—praying nobody at lunch would notice me. Freshman year was already a whole mood without my mom forcing me to take t...
Maya's fedora sat tilted on her head like a shield against the world. It was her dad's old hat, smelled like vanilla and memories, and wearing it made her feel like she could survi...
Leo's vintage Yankees cap sat low on his forehead, his security blanket in a school where everyone already seemed to know who they were supposed to be. Three weeks in, and he was s...
Marcus adjusted his hoodie, trying to look casual while maintaining perfect visual on the target. His best friend, Jenna, had given him the assignment that morning between third an...
I'd been a zombie since finals week ended—stumbling through summer break with zero sleep and even zero rizz. Maya's pool party was supposed to fix that. Spoiler: it didn't. Standi...
The orange sunset reflected off the backyard pool as Maya stood at the edge, her heart hammering like crazy. This was it — the moment she'd been dreading since accepting Tyler's in...
Maya had calculated the exact social pyramid of Northwood High, and she had unfortunately landed somewhere near the bottom—right above the kids who ate lunch in the library but def...
My friend Leo swore he had the perfect plan for sneaking into Sarah Porter's party. 'Just act like you belong,' he said, adjusting his backwards cap like that somehow made him invi...
My best friend since third grade stopped texting back first two weeks ago. I noticed it first when I spent forty minutes deciding whether to dye my hair purple - the kind of impuls...