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The Palm Springs Country Club was basically a temple to exclusivity, and I was the heretic at the gates. Mom's new husband had decided summer bonding meant $200 padel lessons with ...
The stupid snapback hid my disaster hair but not my disaster vibes. Standing at Tyler's end-of-summer blowout, I felt like everyone else had gotten the memo on how to be sixteen ex...
Maya clutched her iphone like it was a lifeline, which honestly, it kind of was. Sarah's pool party raged around her—music thumping, people cannonballing, someone doing that annoyi...
The summer before sophomore year, I worked as a lifeguard at the municipal pool while nursing a baseball injury that had me benched for the season. My mom kept leaving those chewab...
The cafeteria at Northwood High operated like a carefully constructed pyramid. At the apex sat the varsity athletes and Instagram influencers, their laughter cascading down through...
The fluorescent lights of the cafeteria felt way too bright for someone running on three hours of sleep. I was basically a **zombie** shuffling toward my lunch table, brain fog thi...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood before the registration table. The annual Lakeview High rodeo wasn't exactly her scene—she was more art club than barrel racing—but LJ was...
Marcus stood by the dugout, gripping the brim of his dad's old baseball hat like it was a lifeline. The fitted cap was two sizes too big and smelled like locker room ambition, but ...
The cafeteria social pyramid was as real as gravity, and Leo had been stuck in its basement layer since middle school. Today was the day he'd finally ascend — or at least stop sitt...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, lip gloss applied just right, outfit approved by three different group chats. Tonight was the night. Leo's party. The Leo she'd been low...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating, the kind of nervous moisture that made holding her phone impossible. She wiped them on her dress—this vintage thing she'd thrif...
Maya's mom stood in the kitchen doorway, holding out the orange bottle like it was a peace offering. "Your vitamin D deficiency is stressing me out, Maya. Just take it." "I'm good...