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Maya pressed her back against the oak tree, heart hammering like she'd just mainlined three espressos. Being a self-appointed social **spy** wasn't in her freshman year plans, but ...
The spinach was stuck. I could feel it—right between my front teeth, mocking me. "You got a little something," Maya whispered, barely looking up from her phone. I swiped with my ...
Maya stood by the snack table at Jessica's party, clutching her red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. The vintage fox-print shirt she'd thrifted yesterday suddenly felt entirely too...
Maya stood outside Jordan's house, clutching her dad's ridiculous fedora like it was a lifeline. The vintage thing had seemed ironic-cool when she'd grabbed it from the coat rack, ...
The backwards cap was my armor. I adjusted the **hat** again, using my phone screen as a mirror. At 15, still figuring out where I fit in the social **pyramid** of sophomore year, ...
The sky burned **orange** as Maya stood at the edge of the bonfire party, heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Everyone from junior year was there—laughing, dancin...
The social pyramid at Lincoln High had specific rules. You didn't cross from bottom tier to top without consequences. Maya had spent freshman year comfortably invisible—until now. ...
Maya pressed her back against the cold locker, heart practically jackhammering against her ribs. The security guard's footsteps echoed down the B-wing hallway—heavy, predictable, a...
The bass thumped through Maya's chest like a second heartbeat. She leaned against the kitchen island, nursing a lukewarm soda, feeling exactly like a zombie in this sea of people w...
The thunder cracked like the sky was splitting open, which felt appropriate considering I was about to commit social suicide. Or at least, that's what my best friend Priya said whe...
I reset the cable box for the third time, even though I knew it wouldn't matter. The internet had been dead since last night, and honestly? Same. Between finals week and my mom's n...
The invitation sat on my desk like a grenade waiting to explode. Jessica's pool party. The social event of the season, and I was absolutely not ready. "You're going, right?" Maya ...