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The party at Tyler's house was already wall-to-wall packed when Maya walked in, her palms sweating against her phone case. I spotted my crush Jake across the crowded room, surround...
Maya stood by the snack table, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. This was exactly why she didn't come to parties. Everyone else seemed to know some secret choreogr...
The Friday before sophomore year, Emma found herself at the bottom of the social pyramid again. Jenna's pool party was THE event of the summer, and Emma's crush, Ryan, would defini...
The sun painted Marco's bedroom in orange light as he stared at his iPhone, thumb hovering over Maya's contact. His lucky hat sat on the bedpost instead of his head - tonight, no h...
Maya's palms were sweating harder than the time she'd accidentally liked her crush's Instagram from 2019. Standing at the baseline of the padel court, she could feel everyone watch...
My mom's new boyfriend, Rich, insisted that the Oakwood Country Club would be "perfect for my social development." That's adult-speak for "please make friends who won't embarrass u...
My palms were sweating so much I could practically water plants with them. Which was unfortunate, because Jordan was finally coming over, and I'd spent three hours curating the per...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like walking into a nature documentary she hadn't signed up to audition for. The cafeteria had divided itself into distinct ecosystems, and...
My palms were practically leaking onto my oversized padel racket. Mom's brilliant idea: force the antisocial new kid into club lessons to "make friends." Right. Because nothing say...
Maya moved through the high school cafeteria like a fox—quiet, calculated, always aware of her exits. The social pyramid stretched before her in all its brutal clarity: the cheer r...
The hat was ridiculous — a neon orange beanie in July — but it was Sam's armor against the world. Standing at the edge of Jessica's pool party, adjusting the beanie for the fiftiet...
Maya's sneakers slapped against the pavement, lungs burning, legs pumping. This was her third time this week—running past Jordan's house, hoping to catch a glimpse, hoping to look ...