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Maya pressed her back against the sliding glass door, phone clutched in her hand like a weapon. She'd been quasi-stalking Carter's Instagram for twenty minutes—basically social med...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a security blanket. The annual end-of-school party was in full swing — music thumping, people laughing, everyone seemin...
My mom stood by the door, vitamin C tablet in her outstretched hand like some peace offering before I walked into the lion's den. "You need your immune system tonight, baby." "Mom...
Maya's mom called her obsessive-compulsive, but Maya preferred the term "prepared." Which is why she was currently swallowing exactly three vitamin supplements before the biggest p...
Maya's hair was doing that thing it always did when she was nervous — spiraling into a frizz halo that she'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame with product that promised beac...
I was basically a zombie by Friday. Three AP classes, swim practice at 5:30 AM, and my mom suddenly deciding we were moving in with her boyfriend had turned me into the walking dea...
Marcus's dog, Barnaby—a trembling chihuahua-mix who looked like he'd been assembled from spare parts—was currently vibrating against his chest. The storm outside was going full **l...
The nickname stuck freshman year after I dyed my hair copper on a dare. Fox. Fitting, I guess, for someone who spent three years dodging anything resembling real commitment. Then ...
Marcus stood at the plate, the baseball bat feeling heavier than it should. The entire sophomore class was watching—well, the cute half of it, anyway. Chloe was in the front row, p...
The pool shimmered like liquid stage lights—every dip and splash felt performative. Kai stood at the edge, clutching his phone like a lifeline. Sixth month into sophomore year and ...
I showed up to Maya's house party feeling like a total zombie. Thanks, finals week. Four hours of sleep will do that to you. The party was already lit—base rattling the windows, p...
Leo's palms were sweating so bad he could barely grip his phone. He'd been vibing with Maya since third period—Spanish class seating arrangements were finally paying off—but now it...