Smoothies & Sweaty Palms
Maya's palms were sweating — again. She wiped them on her apron, feeling like a total loser as Tyler from AP Chem walked into Tropical Swirl. This was her third week working the re...
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Maya's palms were sweating — again. She wiped them on her apron, feeling like a total loser as Tyler from AP Chem walked into Tropical Swirl. This was her third week working the re...
Maya's calves burned. She'd been running around the lake since freshman year, ever since her older brother Jason got his college scholarship for cross country. Three miles in, her ...
Maya smoothed her vintage baseball hat for the third time, checking her reflection in the cafeteria window. Freshman year at Northwood High felt like walking through a minefield we...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking. Dustin's party was already in full swing when she arrived—fashionably late, or so she'd been practicing in the mirror for twenty minutes. The b...
Maya's phone buzzed at 2 AM. Again. "You're literally gonna die," texted Jenna. "Ethan just posted. He's at the park. Now." Maya groaned, already reaching for her hoodie. This wa...
Maya's worst nightmare arrived in the form of a papaya. She'd somehow convinced herself that bringing exotic fruit to lunch would upgrade her social status from 'background charac...
The pool water shimmered like liquid diamonds under the July sun, but Leo wasn't there for the aesthetics. He was there because his mom had signed him up for the summer job without...
The text message burned through my pocket like a lit match: *pool party @ Jake's. u coming?* I stared at my ceiling, remembering last summer's baseball incident. I'd worn that ove...
Mika's mom dropped him off at the **pyramid**-shaped community center where the popular kids hung out every Friday. The **padel** courts were their territory, and Mika had been pra...
Jordan's phone buzzed. 'Baseball game today. U coming?' from Marcus, the friend Jordan had been trying to impress since moving to this school three months ago. Jordan didn't care a...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be chill, but my social battery was already at 2% before I even stepped through the gate. Everyone looked so confident in their sw...
Maya's phone buzzed with another invitation to Jake's pool party—the third one this week. Everyone was going, obviously. But Maya? She was basically nocturnal at this point, hiding...