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The fluorescent lights of the community center buzzed above me as I sat on the metal bench, clutching my vitamin D supplement like it was some kind of magical shield. Mom swore it ...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, practicing what she'd say to Jessica—the girl who basically sat at the top of the sophomore pyramid scheme known as high schoo...
The bonfire crackled as Maya stood at the edge of Fox Lake, her phone blowing up with texts she couldn't bring herself to answer. Her friend group — the one she'd been tight with s...
Maya's orange high-tops scuffed against the pavement as she ducked behind the equipment shed. Again. Third time this week. She wasn't proud of the stalking thing—okay, maybe a litt...
Maya's hair was supposed to be the problem. At least, that's what her mom said when she came home with the choppy, uneven layers she'd given herself in the bathroom at 2 AM. "You'r...
The pool party was supposed to be legendary, but I was operating on zero sleep and maximum anxiety. Marcus's house was practically vibrating with bass from the speakers, and I'd al...
The baseball cap swallowed my head — literally. After the haircut disaster that left me looking like I'd lost a fight with a lawnmower, I'd been wearing it for three weeks straight...
Marcus adjusted his baseball cap, trying to look casual while his stomach did backflips. Tryouts for the varsity team were in ten minutes, and he'd spent the entire night researchi...
I never thought I'd be the type to creep on people's social media, but here I am at 2 AM, scrolling through Emma's Instagram likes like a total spy. It's been three weeks since she...
My palms were sweating so bad I could barely grip my Solo cup. Typical Friday night at Tyler's house, and I was pressed against the wall like furniture while everyone else became v...
The pool party was supposed to be epic. Maya had promised swimming, DJ Vex spinning, and zero awkwardness—literally the opposite of my entire existence. I stood by the snack table...
Jordan's legs burned, each slap of sneaker against pavement a rhythmic reminder that they were definitely not a runner. The whole cross-country team thing had been a desperate atte...