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The cafeteria social pyramid stood as rigid as ever, and I was somewhere near the bottom—probably wedged between the kids who played Yugioh at lunch and the ones who spent every Fr...
Maya's hair wouldn't cooperate. Not today. Not when Jason had actually noticed her in chemistry and asked what she was doing Friday. She stood before her bathroom mirror, armed wit...
Marcus's fingers hovered over the screen, the blue glow of his iPhone illuminating his face in the dark bedroom. Another notification. Another group chat blowing up about Ryan's pa...
The zombie state hits around third period AP Chem. You know the feeling — eyes glazing over, brain fog thicker than the cafeteria's mystery meat, your body basically running on caf...
Maya stood by the pool clutching her red solo cup like a lifeline, feeling like a total zombie after three days of finals. The senior party raged around her— bodies grinding, bass ...
I'd been playing the role of undercover agent for three weeks now. My mission: observe Chloe Martinez from the strategic vantage point of my bedroom window. Some might call it cree...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be chill, but my heart was doing somersaults. I'd been crushing on Maya since seventh period English started, and here she was, spra...
I'm pretty sure my cat is spying on me. Every morning when I drag myself to the kitchen at 6:45 to choke down a spinach smoothie (because the internet said clear skin is just seve...
The cable dangled from the ceiling like a dead snake, and I stood on my tiptoes trying to fix it before Maya arrived. My palms were sweating so much I nearly dropped the router—aga...
Maya's iPhone buzzed for the third time in as many minutes. Another notification. Another like. Another shot of dopamine that her 16-year-old brain had learned to crave like air. H...
The orange uniform screamed against my skin. Bright. Unignorable. Exactly what I didn't want to be. "You look like a traffic cone," Jenna had whispered that morning, laughing like...
Maya's curls had been straightened within an inch of their life, but the humidity at the country club had other plans. By 2 PM, her hair was already doing that thing where it puffe...