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My palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating through my grip on the pool deck's edge. I'd been staring at Maya for twenty minutes—ten of those pretending to check my phone like ...
Maya felt like a straight-up zombie as she leaned against the garage wall, the bass from inside thumping against her spine. Two hours of sleep and three energy drinks will do that ...
Maya felt like a zombie—literally. Third period AP Bio had her slumped over her desk, dark circles under her eyes making her look like the walking dead. Finals week was literally g...
The summer after sophomore year, I decided to become someone else. Someone who played padel instead of baseball, someone who wouldn't get annihilated during dodgeball in gym class....
I'd spent three months strategically dodging Maya's texts about her birthday pool party. Three. Months. My excuse game was weak—lame allergies, suspicious stomach bugs, a sudden in...
Maya's phone was at 3%. Should've brought the charging cable, but she was too busy hyperventilating about whether her outfit was giving 'I'm trying too hard' vibes. The basement p...
Marcus's palms were sweating. Again. He wiped them on his jeans, leaving dark streaks on the denim, but it didn't matter. The moisture would return in thirty seconds anyway. "You ...
The house felt too quiet without my parents. First weekend alone, and I was already sweating the small stuff. Like the fact that Jordan — Jordan with the perfect hair and the vinta...
The third lunchbox incident happened on a Tuesday. I'd managed to hide my mom's packed lunches for two weeks at Northwood Academy—tucked them at the bottom of my backpack, 'forgot...
Maya's hair was supposed to be platinum blonde. Instead, it looked like a pumpkin had exploded on her head. The box dye promised 'Sunset Gold' but delivered 'Emergency Orange.' "D...
Maya stood at the edge of the crystal-blue pool, clutching her towel like a security blanket. The annual end-of-school blowout at Tyler's house was basically the social event of th...
I felt like a total creep, sitting in my car across from Jake's house, but what else could I do? My best friend Maya had texted me with those four dreaded words: "He's with HER." ...