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Maya smoothed green face paint across her cheeks, her reflection in the bathroom mirror looking like a stranger. A zombie stranger. Her first real party since transferring to Canyo...
The backyard hummed with that specific kind of Friday night energy—music bumping from cracked phone speakers, the smell of cheap coconut sunscreen hanging heavy in the air, and eve...
Maya stared at her reflection, adjusting the backward baseball hat for the thirtieth time. It was supposed to signal chill vibes, effortless cool—the kind of person who didn't over...
My first day as a country club pool attendant, I learned three things: rich people will tip you twenty dollars to retrieve their sunglasses from the deep end, papaya smoothies stai...
I'd been obsessing over my hair for three days straight. The school pool party was tonight, and naturally, I'd decided this was the week to try that new purple shampoo Mom bought. ...
Maya's life became a case study in social engineering the moment Chloe invited her to the country club's padel courts. This was it—the golden ticket. The inner circle. The girls wh...
My stupid baseball hat kept sliding over my eyes. Mom had bought it two sizes too big because "you'll grow into it," which is basically parent-code for "I'm cheap and you look ridi...
The hat was everything. A beat-up Padres cap that'd seen better days, but it was my lucky hat — the one I wore during every pivotal moment. Which was exactly why I was freaking out...
The social pyramid at Westwood High had been meticulously constructed long before I arrived freshman year. At the top sat the varsity cheerleaders and lacrosse bros. Somewhere in t...
The cafeteria was basically a minefield, and Maya was stepping right into one. Her mission: spy on her crush, Jason, who sat three tables away. Casual. Chill. Not weird at all. "Y...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating through her phone case as she gripped it way too tight. The bass from somewhere in the house thrummed against her back, and she ...
Maya sat cross-legged on her bed, phone glowing in the dark. The social pyramid of Northwood High had spoken, and somehow—miraculously—she'd been invited to Jake's party. "You're...