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Maya's mom stood in the doorway, holding out the orange bottle like it was a peace offering. "Your hair vitamins, honey. Remember what the dermatologist said?" Maya grabbed the b...
Maya's palm sweats had basically become a permanent condition since Friday night. Her iphone clutched tight, she sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor, staring at Leo's profile—aga...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had Maya at the bottom—freshman year, no connections, zero clue. Until she ducked into the gym to escape Chad Miller's running commentary on he...
My palms were sweating. Like, actually gross-amounts of sweating, which was exactly why I kept them shoved deep in my hoodie pockets as I leaned against the back wall of Tyler's ho...
The text notification lit up my iPhone screen like an accusation: 'pool party @ the club, u coming?' I stared at the cracked glass. Of course I was coming. I worked there. 'Yeah...
Marcus sat on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water that still smelled like summer and chlorine and all the mistakes he'd made in the past three hours. His iphone was so...
Maya's ripped black beanie was basically her force field. Pull it low enough, and she could make it through freshman year without anyone actually seeing her — at least, that was th...
The pool lights flickered blue against the night sky as Maya hovered at the edge, clutching her orange soda like a lifeline. This was supposed to be the party of the year, but hone...
Maya hadn't meant to spend her entire Saturday doom-scrolling through **cable** news and celebrity drama until her eyes burned. But somewhere between the fourth TikTok binge and th...
Maya dragged herself into third period biology, brain definitely operating on zombie mode. Three hours of sleep because Instagram decided to absolutely last-night her with everyone...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was simple: Apex Predators at the top, Mid-Tier Normies in the middle, and the Invisible majority at the bottom. I'd been comfortably invisible...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like walking through a minefield wearing neon shoes. The fluorescent lights hummed above as she slid into her usual corner seat at lunch, a...