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Maya pulled the snap-brim **hat** lower, checking her reflection in the locker mirror. Neon green curls peeked from underneath — a rebellion she'd spent three hours perfecting last...
Maya Chen existed at the bottom of the freshman pyramid—literally. She'd drawn it in her notebook during third period US History, a careful diagram of Lincoln High's social hierarc...
The party was already low-key fire when I spotted Jake by the pool. He was actually laughing at something Tyler said, his hair still wet from the pool, and I felt that familiar jit...
The pool party had been going for three hours before Maya finally texted me: *where u at??* I was hiding in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bathtub in my still-dry swimsu...
Maya's hair was supposed to be perfect. She'd spent two hours flat-ironing it, section by section, until it hung like a dark silk curtain. Jake's pool party was tonight — THE party...
Marcus stood at the plate, the baseball bat feeling like a foreign object in his hands. The old chain-link backstop loomed behind him, a spiderweb of rust that had seen better days...
Maya's iPhone clattered onto the concrete, sliding right through the chain-link fence and into the bullpen. Of course. The one day she finally worked up the nerve to talk to him—th...
Maya's sweaty **palm** pressed against her phone case, heart doing that weird fluttery thing it always did when Jake was within a fifty-foot radius. She was currently wearing a buc...
I'm crouched behind the mess hall at twelve minutes past midnight, my heart hammering like I've just downed three energy shots. Jordan dared me to "spy" on the senior counselors' s...
Maya's phone buzzed. *Want to come over?* — the text from Jordan, who she'd been calling her best friend since kindergarten, even though lately they felt more like strangers who so...
"Yo, I'm not trying to steal your luck—" "Just wear it, Jordan," Mateo laughed. "Besides, it matches your fit." Jordan adjusted the hat, feeling ridiculous but also... different?...
My dad called them brain vitamins, popping two orange tablets into my palm every morning since third grade. For my brain, he'd say, like they'd magically fix whatever made me diffe...