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Jade stared at her goldfish, Neon, swimming in endless circles around his tiny castle. 'At least you don't have to check your Instagram stories every five minutes,' she muttered, w...
Chloe's master plan to climb the freshman social pyramid began with padel lessons. Her older sister Jade had declared it "literally the sport of the season," which meant if Chloe w...
Maya's iPhone buzzed for the third time in two minutes, another notification sliding across the screen like everything was urgent and nothing was. Heart eyes from Jordan. A meme fr...
My hair had decided to stage a rebellion overnight. One side stuck out like I'd been electrocuted, while the other lay flat against my skull in defeated surrender. Three months int...
Maya pressed her back against the rough oak tree, heart hammering like she'd just chugged three espresso shots. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this—being a total creep...
My palms were sweating so much I could barely grip my phone. This was it—the moment I'd been dreading all summer. Kylie's end-of-season pool party. The girl I'd been lowkey crushin...
Maya pressed her back against the brick wall, heart hammering like she'd just finished a 5K. Being a spy wasn't exactly in her summer plans, but when your best friend Chloe texts y...
The cable box glowed with that weird blue light at 3 AM. Maya's palms were sweating against her phone screen as she typed and deleted the same text for the tenth time. 'You up?' La...
Maya's hair was a disaster. She'd spent two hours trying to perfect those beach waves her favorite influencer swore by, but humidity had other plans. Now she stood at the edge of T...
Maya's hair was supposed to be ocean blue—a perfect aesthetic for her beach-themed TikTok era. Instead, she was staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, horror-struck, as ...
Maya clutched her **iPhone** like a lifeline, thumbs flying across the screen as she posted the perfect aesthetic shot of the **pool**—blue water sparkling against the perfectly ma...
Marcus and I haven't been real friends since middle school, but here we are, midnight on a Friday, side by side on his couch, thumbs mashing buttons in zombie mode. We're both terr...