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Leo's baseball cap sat pulled low, shielding eyes that refused to meet anyone's gaze. The Mustangs were down by three, bottom of the ninth, and somewhere in the stands, his crush w...
I stood by the Solo cups, desperately trying to look like I belonged at Jessica's party. My phone buzzed — Mom asking when I'd be home. Cringe. I shoved it deep in my pocket before...
Jordan's dad dropped the bomb at dinner: no WiFi at the lake house. Just like that, Jordan's entire social life went offline. "You'll survive," his dad said, like Jordan wasn't ab...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping onto her ripped skinny jeans. Which was gross, but also completely justified considering she was about to have her palm read by ...
The stuffed bear sat on Maya's dashboard like it belonged there—which was exactly the problem. I'd won it for her at the spring fair two months ago, back when I thought grand gestu...
My curls were already betraying me by seventh period on Friday. I'd spent forty-five minutes with the diffuser that morning, coaxing my natural texture into something resembling de...
Maya stared at the mirror, fingers tangling in frizzy curls that refused to cooperate with the expensive mousse her mom had bought. The first day of sophomore year and her hair had...
I was running away again. Not from anything scary — just from Jordan, who'd been shouting my name across the quad like we were best friends who hadn't had a weird three-month silen...
The cafeteria roared like a distorted beast, three hundred conversations layered over each other. Leo slouched at the edge of a table, feeling like a certified zombie after pulling...
The first time I saw Tyrek with the bright papaya-colored hair, he was standing at home plate, adjusting his helmet like it was a crown. This was the same guy who, two weeks ago, h...
Maya's phone buzzed with the address. Jake's house. The Jake who'd accidentally called her 'bear' in homeroom last week—supposedly because she was hibernating in her hoodie during ...
The invitation said 'pool party' but Maya's brain heard 'social suicide.' She stood at the edge of the Fox's backyard—everyone called Jordan that because of his copper hair and the...