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Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, lip gloss applied just right, outfit approved by three different group chats. Tonight was the night. Leo's party. The Leo she'd been low...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating, the kind of nervous moisture that made holding her phone impossible. She wiped them on her dress—this vintage thing she'd thrif...
Maya's mom stood in the kitchen doorway, holding out the orange bottle like it was a peace offering. "Your vitamin D deficiency is stressing me out, Maya. Just take it." "I'm good...
My hair looked like a drowned poodle. Again. "You coming in or what?" Maya called from the edge of the pool, already soaking wet, her perfect curls somehow defying physics. "Just...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of Jessica's pool, clutching her towel like a safety blanket. The annual end-of-school pool party. The social event of the sea...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip her phone. Three swipes. That's all it took to slide from the top of the freshman social pyramid straight to the bottom tier...
The papaya sat in my lunchbox like a radioactive orange grenade, mocking my entire existence. Mom had packed it — "exotic, healthy, different" — which basically summed up everythin...
The country club pool shimmered like something out of a movie—the kind where the popular kids sunbathed on loungers arranged in a perfect social pyramid. Me? I was just the guy hir...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in the frizzy mess she called hair. It was a lion's mane, a chaotic explosion that announced her presence before she even spoke. At W...
My phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. The cracked screen lit up with another 'where r u???' text from Marcus. I groaned and shoved the iphone deeper into my beach tow...
Marcus stood outside the dugout, his heart doing backflips. Tryouts for the varsity baseball team. His dad had played here. His older brother too. The whole legacy thing weighing o...
I'd been running from Jordan's texts for three days straight. Ever since the cafeteria incident—when she'douted my crush on Alex in front of everyone—I'd been ghosting her hard. Bu...