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The house party thumped with bass that vibrated in Maya's chest, but she stood frozen by the chips bowl. Senior year was supposed to be different—she was supposed to be different. ...
I was sitting on the edge of the pool at Tyler's party, feeling like a total fraud. The social hierarchy at Northwood High is basically a pyramid, and I was definitely living at th...
Maya adjusted the brim of her baseball cap, sinking deeper into the library beanbag chair. Officially, she was studying. Unofficially? She was totally a spy. Her mission: observe w...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically fill a pool. Which was ironic, considering she was literally standing next to one. "You good?" Marcus asked, grinning that...
My **iphone** lay facedown on my duvet like a guilty secret. One notification. Just one. 'You coming tonight?' Marcus's text glowed on the screen, making my stomach do that weird...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was brutal, and Leo had landed somewhere near the bottom—freshman year, zero clout, carrying a lunchbox like a total dork. "Nice papaya, Leo,"...
Maya's sweaty palm pressed against the scratched folding table. The school carnival lights flickered overhead, casting a weird glow on the neon purple banner that promised YOUR FAT...
Maya stared at the locker room mirror, adjusting her jersey for what felt like the fiftieth time. The Vitamin Creek High mascot — a bizarre sphinx wearing sunglasses — stared back ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a shield. The late afternoon sun reflected off the water, creating blinding patterns that matched the knot in her stoma...
The papaya-spinach smoothie sat heavy in Maya's stomach, a green sludge of wellness that Jake's mom had insisted was packed with every vitamin known to humanity. Maya took another ...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping onto her phone screen as she stared at the text from her track coach. You made varsity, it read. Two simple words that should'v...
The homecoming dance was supposed to be the night everything changed. Maya had spent three weeks convincing herself she'd finally talk to Ryan—the guy with the orange Converse who ...