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Maya's **palm**s were sweating so bad she had to wipe them on her denim shorts like three times. Which was objectively gross, but also—have you ever tried to hold a phone while you...
Maya's sister Lena had butchered her **hair** during what was supposed to be a simple trim. Now uneven chunks fell at her jawline like she'd lost a fight with a lawnmower, and she ...
Maya pressed her back against the kitchen island, solo cup sweating in her palm. This party was supposed to be different—supposed to be the night she finally became someone else. S...
I pulled the brim of my snapback lower, grateful for its shadow. At Westwood High, the social pyramid was crystal clear, and I'd somehow landed in the basement level alongside the ...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she was practically dripping before she even touched the water. This was it — the first party of sophomore year, at Tyler's house (yes, THE Tyler...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, her neon wristband vibrating with what her mom called her "focus vitamin" supplement dose. The indoor arena smelled like rubber and ambit...
Maya's high school operated like a pyramid scheme, except instead of money, you traded in dignity for clout. At the apex sat the varsity cheerleaders with their Instagram-perfect l...
The text popped up on my screen at 2:47 PM: pool party @ miller's. u coming? I stared at my ceiling fan, doing the mental calculus. Maya was going. That meant I should probably go...
Maya's phone died at 11:47 PM on a Friday — literally the worst possible timing. Tyler had finally posted that story she'd been waiting for all day, and now her iPhone was showing ...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizz, but now half of it was doing whatever it wanted while the other half sat flat against her...
Okay, real talk—I am absolute trash at confrontation. Which is exactly why I should've told Maya no when she begged me to "spy" on her crush at the Fall Fling and find out if he wa...
Maya felt like a straight-up zombie as she dragged herself into third period. Two nights of crashing on AP history flashcards will do that to you. Her phone buzzed in her pocket—pr...