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"You need a new HDMI cable," Leo said, holding up the frayed end of mine like it was a dead mouse. "This thing is ancient, Maya." I rolled my eyes. "It works fine. Not all of us h...
Marcus's worst moments always started with cafeteria food. Today, it was the creamed **spinach** that insisted on camping between his front teeth—right before fifth period, right b...
Maya's mom called it her wellness phase. Maya called it Operation Force Feed Vitamins. Every morning, the ritual: the giant orange pill, the gross chalky aftertaste, the reminder t...
Maya's thumbs moved across her iPhone screen like they were training for the Olympics, but no amount of refreshing could make Jake's text appear faster. The three dots had been bou...
Marcus's baseball cap sat pulled low over his eyes, a fortress against the world. Varsity jacket guys were laughing by the bleachers, their caps pristine, their posture screaming w...
The carnival goldfish—named Chandler, because I'd won him at the Lisa Kudrow Look-Alike Contest booth—stared at me through his plastic bag like he knew I was about to embarrass mys...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — as she stood outside Jordan's house. The invite had said "pool party casual" but Maya was pretty sure she'd overdressed. Agai...
The fight started over a guy, obviously. Jason, with his perfect hair and varsity jacket, had become the center of Maya's universe—which meant he was now the center of mine too, by...
Marcus stood by the cooler, clutching a cup of water like it was his only lifeline. The Carter twins' end-of-summer bash pulsed with music he didn't recognize and people he definit...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The screen reflected her face—foundation melting, eyes wide with that particular terror only a high school...
I looked like a literal zombie. Three days of finals, zero sleep, and somehow Maya convinced me that a pool party was exactly what I needed. Yeah, right. The backyard was already ...
Jordan's life was officially cooked. The first house party of sophomore year, at Taylor's actual mansion with a pool and everything, and he'd managed to spill red fruit punch all o...