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I became a spy by accident. Okay, semi-accident. It started when my iPhone slipped from my grip at Marcus's pool party and I had to dive in fully clothed to retrieve it. That's whe...
The pool glittered like broken glass under the July sun, but all I could think about was how my legs looked pasty white against the deck chairs. Summer between freshman and sophomo...
The 5 AM alarm felt like a personal attack. Maya dragged herself out of bed, eyes half-closed, limbs heavy—basically a walking zombie. Again. "You're doing this, chica," she mutte...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another Instagram story from—she checked the name—Tyler's party. The one she wasn't at. Again. "You okay?" Chloe asked, pop...
Six periods into freshman year and I'd already mastered the art of invisibility. Keep your head down, wear the same black dad **hat** every day (hood up, obviously, brim pulled low...
Maya's hair had become a tactical shield. Third period chemistry with Mr. Harrison was prime real estate for Operation Crush Observation, and her side-swept bangs were her only lin...
Maya stood in the corner of Jake's basement, phone clutched in her hand like a lifeline. She was basically a professional social media spy at this point—could track anyone's entire...
Maya's blue **hair** fell into her eyes as she stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The DIY dye job had turned out more splotchy than sea-green ocean waves, but she did...
The papaya sat on the snack table like an alien artifact. Someone's mom probably thought it was healthy, but at Mateo's rager, it might as well have been radioactive. I stood there...
The social pyramid at Northwood High wasn't official, but everyone knew their place. Seniors floated at the apex, then juniors, sophomores, and us freshmen? We were basically the f...
Maya's reflection stared back from her iPhone screen, mascara slightly smudged, nerves doing backflips. The party at Tyler's house was supposed to be low-key, but somehow every coo...
Maya's fingers hovered over her cracked **iphone** screen, heart doing that stupid flutter thing it always did when Jake's name popped up. Three gray bubbles appeared, disappeared,...