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Maya's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. Like, she could've filled a water bottle with the nervousness dripping down her hands. "You ready?" Tyler asked, hopping onto his d...
Leo didn't want to spend his summer working at his uncle's fruit stand, but here he was, sweating through his shirt in the July heat, watching life happen around him. That's when h...
Jordan's life was officially over. At least, that's how it felt when she caught her reflection in the classroom window—a massive, obvious piece of **spinach** wedged between her fr...
The spinach was stuck between my teeth. I could feel it like a neon sign flashing 'LOOK AT ME' while I leaned against the pool fence, desperately trying to look casual. "You're li...
I felt like a zombie. Not the cool, movie kind with dramatic makeup and a tragic backstory — just a sophomore who'd survived finals week on three hours of sleep and questionable li...
The brim of my hat kept flopping over my eyes, which was honestly fine with me. If I couldn't see everyone staring, maybe I could pretend I wasn't currently dying inside. "You goo...
The infinity pool at Tyler Reynolds's house shimmered like liquid diamond, and I was already sweating through my thrifted Hawaiian shirt. This was it — my chance to finally break i...
Maya's mom was going through her 'exotic fruit phase,' which meant their kitchen counter looked like a tropical rainforest explosion. The papaya sat there, neon orange and impossib...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had been cemented since kindergarten, and Maya had resigned herself to life somewhere in the middle—not invisible, but definitely not the kind ...
The party at Maya's house was already lowkey dead when I arrived, clutching my orange soda like a life preserver. I'd spent an hour getting ready—carefully curating my outfit so I ...
The pool party at Jenna's house was supposed to be mid, but honestly? I was lowkey panicking. My crush Marco was there, shirtless and dripping wet, looking like he walked straight ...
The final bell rang, and I felt like a total zombie. Three weeks of AP exams had turned my brain into mush. My best friend Leo caught up to me at the lockers, already buzzing with ...