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Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another group chat notification. The seniors' party. The one everyone said would be legendary. "You coming?" Jordan texted,...
Maya clutched her **iPhone** like it was a lifeline, thumb hovering over Jake's text that still sat unanswered after three hours. The freshman cafeteria was basically a social **py...
Maya felt like a **zombie** as she dragged herself through the front door of Jake's house party. Three hours of sleep, two exams, and approximately zero social battery would do tha...
The confession booth of North Valley High was technically the third-floor girls' bathroom, specifically the stall with the working lock. Maya pressed her back against the cold meta...
Maya pressed her phone against the window, watching the cable guy scale the telephone pole outside her bedroom. Summer of junior year, and she was officially obsessed. "You spying...
Maya's palms were sweating through her favorite black hoodie. Again. Standing outside Tyler's house, music thumping through the walls like a heartbeat, she almost bailed. Third tim...
Maya's mom came home with a bottle of neon orange gummy vitamins that promised "radiant energy" and "glowing skin." This was week three of Maya's Summer Reinvention Project, which ...
Maya's hands shook as she adjusted the fox ears on her beanie. Stupid dare. Stupid party. Stupid Justin with his perfect smile and challenging eyes. "You won't," he'd said during ...
The pool party at Maya's house was supposed to be the social event of the semester, but I was currently standing next to the sliding glass door, clutching a red plastic cup like it...
Maya smoothed her vintage band tee for the third time, feeling like a total fraud at Lincoln High. Three weeks in and she was still basically a spy in her own life—observing from t...
Marcus's fingers hovered over his controller, the ethernet cable glowing green in the dim light of his bedroom. His phone buzzed again—another notification from the group chat. Eve...
Maya stared at the poster on the cafeteria wall—SCHOOL DANCE: THISSATURDAY. Next to her, Jordan was practically vibrating with energy. "Dude, you HAVE to ask Kevin to dance," Jord...