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Maya's #hat collection was basically her emotional support system. Beanies for bad days, dad caps for 'trying too hard to be chill,' and that one fedora she bought during her brief...
The pool party at Tyler's house was already giving me major anxiety, and I'd only been here twenty minutes. Between the tiktok-worthy playlist blasting at full volume and everyone ...
I'd spent the entire summer in my room like a zombie, rotting my brain on TikTok and avoiding everyone after the Incident with Jason at the last day of school. You know the one — w...
The invitation sat on my phone screen like a dare — **pool** party at Chelsea's house, 7 PM. I'd been at Westwood High for three months and somehow Chelsea, the human barometer of ...
Maya's palms were sweating — gross, literal, betraying-her-nerves sweating — as she adjusted her grip on the padel racquet. Across the net, Jake Carter, the guy she'd been crushing...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a water bottle. Not the vibe you want when you're about to make a complete fool of yourself in front of your entire gra...
The coaxial cable hung like a dead snake from the wall, its metallic guts exposed where my brother had tried to 'fix it' with duct tape and pure desperation. Three hours until the ...
Maya's mom stood in the kitchen doorway, holding out the orange gummy like it was a peace offering. "Vitamin C boost, sweetie. Big day tomorrow." Maya rolled her eyes but took it....
Maya's hands wouldn't stop sweating. Which was unfortunate, considering they were currently cupped in Missy Rogers's perfectly manicured ones at what was supposed to be the chill k...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I sat on the edge of Maya's pool, legs dangling in the water. Everyone else was having the time of their lives—Jake doing cannonballs off the diving b...
Maya smoothed down her crop top for the twentieth time, checking her reflection in the darkened window of the community center. Padel lessons with Tyler—that's what she'd told her ...
The papaya sat on the paper plate like some alien conspiracy theory. Marco dared me to try it, his stupid grin practically begging me to choke. "It's literally just fruit, Maya. D...