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I felt like a literal zombie walking into Maya's end-of-summer pool party. Finals week had absolutely wrecked me—I was running on three hours of sleep and an unholy amount of iced ...
The cafeteria at Miller High operated like a carefully constructed **pyramid**. At the apex sat the varsity jacket crew—perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfectly terrible people. Then...
Maya transferred to Oak Ridge High three weeks into sophomore year, which everyone knows is basically social suicide. The school operated like a pyramid scheme—freshmen at the bott...
The first time I saw Fox, I had spinach stuck in my braces. Not exactly the origin story I'd imagined for my high school romance arc, but there I was—standing in the cafeteria, cl...
Maya's iPhone buzzed in her pocket—third time this period. Ms. Henderson was going on about the Great Sphinx of Giza, something about riddles and guardians, but Maya's mind was alr...
The humidity in Maya's bedroom could kill a houseplant, but that didn't stop her from curling her hair for the third time. Party hair. Important hair. The kind that says, "I casual...
Maya's summer was shaping up to be a total dumpster fire. Her parents had shipped her off to help at Uncle Jerry's roadside attraction—basically a glorified gift shop selling overp...
Maya stared at herself in the mirror, clutching the ridiculous plush bear head that smelled like middle school gym class and questionable life choices. Homecoming week. Spirit week...
Leo's first mistake was wearing his good sneakers. His second mistake was letting Maya drag him to龙湖's 'party of the year.' The house was packed—juniors he'd never spoken to were ...
The pool deck at Jake's house looked like something out of a TikTok — string lights, actual floating LED things, and like fifty people I'd been going to school with since kindergar...
The orange jersey hung limp on my shoulders—two sizes too big, like everything else in my life right now. Mom said joining the summer padel league would be "good for making friends...
The invitation sat on my phone screen like a neon sign: JASMINE'S POOL PARTY!!! Bring swimsuits!!! I almost said no. Obviously. See, the thing about being fifteen is that your bo...