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Maya's palm was sweating as she clutched her iPhone under the cafeteria table. The group chat had exploded—someone was leaking screenshots from the freshman retreat. "Lightning ro...
The hat was supposed to fix everything. If I kept the brim low enough, maybe nobody at Maya's party would notice I'd spent the last three weeks ghosting everyone because my mom dec...
Marcus stood outside Jenna's house, heart hammering like he'd just downed three energy drinks back-to-back. His first real party. Not that lame birthday bash with pizza and board g...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her **iPhone** screen, heart doing little backflips. The notification from glowing on her lock screen: pool party @ Tyler's house, 2 PM. Everyone going. ...
Maya adjusted her lucky baseball hat, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. The varsity **padel** courts stretched before her like a battlefield, and she was about to walk onto them...
The summer before junior year, I was basically a zombie. Not the brain-eating kind — the iPhone-scrolling, zombie-like kind. My thumb had a permanent dent from refreshing Instagram...
The first day of summer job training at Coral Cove Water Park, I learned three things: chlorine destroys everything you own, kids are tiny chaos demons, and I was definitely going ...
Maya's golden retriever, Buster, nudged her hand with that wet-nose insistence that meant either he was hungry or he'd detected her anxiety spike. Probably both. "You've got this,...
I'd been a low-key spy for three months, tracking Jayden's Spotify activity like it was my actual job. Every Tuesday at 7 PM, without fail, he'd listen to that same indie playlist—...
The air around the **pool** was thick with humidity and tension. Maya stood at the edge, clutching her phone like it was a lifeline. This was it — Jackson Carter's end-of-year part...
The bass from Maya's basement speakers was already giving me a headache, and I'd only been inside for forty-seven seconds. I'd counted. That's what you do when you're socially awkw...
Chloe stared at the cafeteria's social pyramid, wondering who decided the seating arrangement was basically ancient Egypt. At the top sat the varsity athletes, then the theater kid...