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Maya couldn't believe she was actually doing this. The county fair. With Lucas. Who she'd been crushing on since seventh grade. "You're not chickening out, right?" Lucas grinned, ...
Maya's mom dropped her off three blocks from Tyler's house because apparently that's what cool parents do when their freshman daughter gets invited to her first high school party. ...
Maya stood at the edge of the **water**, her toes curling into the damp concrete. This was it—her first upperclassmen party, the kind that could either launch her into the social s...
Maya slouched against the lockers, phone clutched in her hand like a lifeline. Three weeks into sophomore year and she was already operating on autopilot—what her friends called be...
Leo's palms were literally sweating through his jeans. First official high school party, and he was already considering yeeting himself out the back gate. The DJ was blasting somet...
The neighborhood pool shimmered like liquid diamonds in the July heat, but Maya's stomach felt like it was doing backflips off the high dive. She'd spent all freshman year avoiding...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, whistle dangling around her neck like a question mark she couldn't answer. The community center job was supposed to be easy money, but somehow s...
Maya's Friday night was supposed to be legendary. Jackson, the cute pitcher from the varsity baseball team, was finally coming over to study. Her room was perfectly staged — vintag...
The papaya chunks sat in my Tupperware like radioactive waste. My mom had packed them 'for energy,' which was mom-code for 'I don't trust the concession stand.' The whole locker ro...
Maya stared at the bottle of biotin gummies on her dresser. Her mom swore these 'hair vitamins' would transform her frizzy curls into Instagram-worthy waves by the time of Jess's p...
At Wilson High, the social hierarchy worked like a pyramid—baseball players at the apex, everyone else stacked below according to an invisible algorithm I couldn't crack. I'd been ...
Maya's summer had been one long spiral of awkward until she stepped onto the padel court. The camp counselor, Jake with the crooked grin and arms that actually existed, had been wa...