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Maya's phone illuminated her face at 2:47 AM — again. She felt like a total zombie after three nights of stalking Jordan's Instagram archive. The algorithm had served her that one ...
Maya gripped her iphone so hard her knuckles turned white. The pool party of the year was in full swing, and she was standing alone by the snack table, watching everyone else livin...
I dragged myself onto the court feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep will do that to you — thanks, Maya, for that 2 AM FaceTime call about nothing. "Hustle, Leo...
I've been officially designated the team *spy*. Not the cool kind — just the one whose mom brings organic snacks to every away game. Tonight it's kale chips and something that look...
The papaya sat on the counter like a radioactive grenade, glowing in the dark kitchen. Three AM. Maya's hands shook as she picked it up. Tonight was supposed to be epic—first real ...
Marcus stood in front of his bathroom mirror, popping another chewable **vitamin** C tablet. The orange flavor exploded on his tongue—same one he'd been taking since kindergarten, ...
The thunder cracked like the universe splitting open, and Maya clutched the plastic bag against her chest. Inside, Barnaby the class goldfish swam in frantic circles, completely un...
The house party was already LIT when Maya and I showed up, fashionably late because my mom couldn't find her keys. Classic. The bass hit my chest before we even walked through the ...
The baseball field smelled like cut grass and teenage awkwardness. Maya sat in the bleachers, trying not to look like she was trying not to look at Jordan. "You're being so obviou...
Marcus was supposed to be at baseball practice. Coach Davis had been blowing up his phone since 3:15, and honestly? Marcus didn't care. Being the team's "star pitcher" felt like we...
The carnival lights blurred against my sweating palms as I clutched the plastic bag like my life depended on it. Inside, a tiny orange goldfish swam in confused circles, totally un...
The first day of junior year, I decided this would be the year I finally stopped being invisible. Then reality hit—literally—when I ran smack into Marcus Reed in the hallway, my no...