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The snapback hat pulled low over my eyes wasn't doing its job. I could still feel everyone watching me, even through the brim. "You coming in or what?" Maya called from the pool ...
Marcus's palms were sweating enough to slide into third base as he gripped the chain-link fence, watching Maya laugh with Tyler by the concession stand. Classic. His ex-best friend...
Maya's iPhone buzzed for the fiftieth time that hour. Another notification from the group chat that had become her entire world. "Guys, we're SO close to the next level!" Jenna ty...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the wild explosion of frizz that had somehow become her hair. Freshman year started in two days, and she was still the same girl ...
Maya felt like a total spy, invisible in her own cafeteria. Watching Zara laugh with the popular crowd — the same Zara who'd been her best friend since kindergarten, until middle s...
Maya's palms were sweating through her cutoffs as she sat behind the backstop, phone clutched like a grenade. This was it. Operation "Talk to him without looking like a total weird...
The spinach smoothie sat heavy in my stomach, a neon-green warning of what was to come. My best friend Maya had talked me into this — like she talked me into everything lately. Sin...
Marcus stared at his phone screen, thumb hovering over the group chat. The message was simple enough: pool party at Jake's, Saturday, bring a swimsuit. But Marcus didn't do pools. ...
Maya's legs burned as she pounded the pavement, running from everything she couldn't say out loud. Her former best friend had been giving her the cold shoulder for three weeks now,...
The lightning crackled across the sky like something alive, illuminating my humiliation in blinding flashes. I stood behind home plate in the suffocating polyester bear costume, th...
The papaya sat on the campsite picnic table like some exotic alien artifact. My mom had packed it, convinced that at fifteen, I needed to expand my fruit horizons beyond 'basic gro...
The padel court at Westbridge Academy was basically church on Fridays, and Marcus was definitely not a believer. "Dude, just come," Tia begged, spinning a padel racquet like a bat...