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Jax's phone buzzed for the tenth time in five minutes. Kai, the self-proclaimed "entrepreneur" of sophomore year, had been spamming the group chat all morning. "Bro, you're gonna ...
Maya's arms burned from the fourth lap, but she kept swimming. The water silenced everything—her parents' fighting last night, the group chat blowing up about Jackson's party, the ...
Maya's summer was supposed to be chill — just volunteer counselor at Camp Pinecone, surviving on mosquito spray and vibes. Then she met Kiara. "Dude, you gotta see this," Kiara wh...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood outside Jordan's house. This was it — the first real party of freshman year, and she was debating whether to bail. Her older brother's hoo...
The spinach stuck in my braces like a green flag of surrender. Maya noticed it first, of course, because the universe hates me. "You got a little..." She pointed at her own teeth,...
Maya's first day at Northwood High started with a disaster in the cafeteria. After finally sitting with a group of girls from her English class, she spent twenty minutes chatting a...
Maya's summer was basically a fail until her mom dragged her to that boujee resort club. "You'll love padel," Mom said. "All the cool kids are playing it." Yeah, right. Maya cou...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip her phone. Spring F formal was three days away, and somehow—thanks to Jordan's relentless pestering—she'd agreed to go with...
Maya's iPhone stared at her from the bathroom counter, its screen lighting up with another notification she couldn't ignore. Ghosted again. The third time this week. She'd poured e...
The humidity hung thick as Maya stood at the bottom of the social pyramid that was Camp Pinebrook's dining hall. Fresh meat. That's what they whispered when she walked in, clutchin...
My goldfish died the same day Jake Miller texted me. Okay, that's not entirely true — Captain Finbers had been floating sideways for three days, a clear sign he'd moved on to bette...
Maya pressed herself against the lockers, phone clutched like a weapon. Official spy mode: activated. Not that anyone noticed her anyway—she'd been at Northwood High for three week...