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Maya's iPhone buzzed with a text that made her stomach do backflips. "Padel tournament after school. You in?" From Liam. The Liam who sat three rows ahead in history, whose smile c...
Marcus's palms were sweating—like, actually sweating—as he stood across the room from Jasmine. She was laughing at something Tyler said, her head thrown back, that effortless smile...
Marcus's stupid **orange** jersey was already two sizes too big, making him look like a traffic cone dressed up as a traffic cone. But Maya had said she liked orange, so here he wa...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his iPhone like a lifeline. The text from Chloe—"we need to talk"—had been staring back at him for forty-seven minutes. "You gonna ...
Maya's palms were already sweating, and she'd only just stepped onto the track. The September heat didn't help, but mostly it was the tryout jitters. She'd been running since middl...
Maya stared at the cafeteria mystery like it was some ancient Egyptian sphinx guarding secrets of the universe. The question wasn't what riddle it posed, but whether Jordan would a...
Maya's hair had other plans. Fresh from the salon, her golden-brown curls were supposed to bounce like they did in the commercials, but humidity at Lily's pool party turned them in...
Maya pressed her back against the gym lockers, clutching her phone like it was a nuclear launch code. Three feet away, Jake—the absolute love of her freshmen year—was laughing with...
The baseball field smelled like cut grass and teenage anxiety. I'd been **running** around the perimeter for forty minutes, supposedly "training" for cross country, but actually ju...
Maya's palms were sweating—like, actually dripping—her own version of nervous waterworks. Which was ironic, considering she was literally surrounded by the Pacific. "You good?" Ch...
I'd been cyber-stalking Chloe for three weeks straight. Every post, every story, every cryptic song lyric on her Spotify — I consumed it all like it was my job. Pathetic? Maybe. Bu...
Maya's first day at Northwood High felt like walking into a reality show where everyone else had the script. Her vintage cable-knit sweater—chosen for maximum cozy aesthetic—now fe...