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Maya had been mainlining dopamine like a zombie for three days straight. Her thumb knew the rhythm of the scroll better than it knew her own heartbeat—up, down, pause, up. The iPho...
The backyard graduation party was awkward enough already, but then Maya spotted Liam — the fox — leaning against the padel court fence, all tousled hair and effortless cool. Lena, ...
Maya stood before the bathroom mirror, adjusting the bright orange bucket hat she'd bought on impulse. Her mom would definitely ask why she needed another hat when she had twelve p...
The unfinished pyramid sat in the middle of Oakville's park like some ancient architectural mistake, its weathered stone blocks gathering moss since the town ran out of funding in ...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. She'd spent forty minutes trying to tame the frizz, but the humidity had other plans. Great. Exactly what she needed before Jake's party. The poo...
Maya pulled her bucket hat down lower, praying her crush Jake wouldn't notice the fresh massacre that was yesterday's DIY bangs. The hat stayed glued to her head all week like a se...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she had to wipe them on her denim shorts three times before she even walked through Tyler's front door. This was it — her first real high school p...
Maya's palm was literally sweating against her phone case as she stared at Leo's text: *pool party @ Jake's 2pm. u coming?* She'd been crushing on Leo since he'd moved here in Apr...
Marcus's palms were sweating—again. He wiped them on his jeans, leaving dark streaks on the denim. Three more DMs from Kai, each one making his heart do that weird flutter thing. ...
Maya's fingers flew across the controller, her character dancing through a pixelated battlefield while the chat scrolled faster than she could read. Three years of grinding, and sh...
Sixteen-year-old Maya's wet hair clung to her neck like seaweed after swim practice, dripping chlorinated water onto her gym bag. She'd made varsity, but her stomach felt like it w...
Maya ate her papaya with tactical precision every morning before school. The ritual kept her grounded, especially after she'd accidentally liked Jacob's post from three years ago a...