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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...
Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool, streaky-makeup, Netflix-binge kind—the actual undead variety. Track practice had been running her into the ground for three weeks straight, a...
The stupid fedora sat three rows back on the auditorium bleachers, abandoned like a bad decision at 2 AM. Maya's heart hammered against her ribs as she stared at it. It had been Je...
Maya's iphone vibrated against her nightstand at 2 AM — again. She groaned, knowing exactly what it was. Another notification from The Group Chat, where everyone seemed to be livin...
The pool party at Jenna's house was supposed to be chill, but my anxiety was doing backflips. Everyone worth knowing was there, including Tyler, who I'd been lowkey crushing on sin...
Maya gripped her iPhone so hard her knuckles turned white, doom-scrolling through the invite list for the third time. Everyone who was going to be at Leo's party today—everyone who...
The cafetorium smelled like disappointment and stale pizza rolls, which honestly wasn't the worst part of my morning. My cat, Beans, had decided my favorite hoodie was her new pers...