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Freshman year was supposed to be my glow-up era. Instead, I was stuck in the cafeteria with spinach in my braces, staring at Fox Williams—the senior who looked like he walked strai...
Maya's palms were literally sweating. Like, actual puddles in her hands. She wiped them on her jeans for the third time, glaring at the arcade cabinet towering over her. ZOMBIE APO...
The first day of sophomore year, Maya decided to reinvent herself. This meant the vintage bucket **hat** she'd thrifted—carefully angled to hide the breakout on her forehead—and a ...
Maya pressed her back against the chain-link fence, feeling like a total wannabe spy in her own neighborhood. The papaya-colored sunset painted the sky above Reynolds Park, where t...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she laced up her padel shoes, the neon orange court blurring under the sunset. This was it—her chance to finally hang out with Alex outside of algeb...
The running track stretched before me like my own personal hell, but at least the rhythm of my sneakers against rubber drowned out the chaos in my head. Practice had ended twenty m...
Maya's phone buzzed with another text from the Padel Group Chat. Everyone was going. Everyone except her. Again. She stared at her goldfish, Bubbles, who was doing laps in his tin...
Maya stared into the bathroom mirror, psyching herself up. Three inches of dark roots had grown in, and she was literally spiraling. She'd been dyeing her hair electric blue since ...
Chase Morrison's hair defied physics. That was the first thing I noticed when I started spying on him from the bleachers—how the sunlight caught those perfect, careless waves that ...
The camp brochure promised 'life-changing experiences,' but so far, the only thing changing was my social standing—from invisible to awkwardly visible. 'You coming to the lake?' M...
Maya stood outside Room 714, her heart doing that weird fluttery thing that happened whenever she had to do something remotely social. The orange hallway lights made everything loo...
Maya's iPhone died at 8:47 PM — exactly forty-two minutes before Tyler said he might actually show up to Jasmine's party. Of course. The universe had impeccable timing when it came...