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Maya's **palm** was sweating so hard it was practically misting onto her **iPhone** screen. She was three stories above Malibu's most exclusive pool party, hiding in the guest bath...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again — the frizzy halo effect that happened whenever she stressed, which was basically every day since starting at Northwood High. She ran a hand ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sunset pink. Instead, it looked like cotton candy spilled on her head and someone tried to wash it off with disappointment. She stood at the edge of...
The papaya sat in my palm like I'd never seen fruit before. Which, honestly, I hadn't—not at the Hendersons' pool party. Their backyard looked like a magazine spread, all perfectly...
Maya stood outside Jake's house, heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The bass from inside vibrated through the soles of her Converse. First party of sophomore yea...
Maya stared at her reflection, finger-combing the newly dyed blue hair that her mom definitely would've flipped over. Two weeks until freshman year, and she'd already decided: no m...
Maya pressed herself against the lockers, invisible as air. That was her superpower—being a human fly on the wall, a total social spy. While everyone else lived their loud, confide...
The social pyramid at Westwood High had clearer tiers than the actual pyramid we built in AP World History. I was somewhere near the bottom—actually, make that the foundation, beca...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her shorts for the third time, staring at the text from Caleb: "Pool party @ Jake's. Definitely come. Bringing the papaya." Th...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like learning to play baseball all over again—except nobody had given her the rulebook. The cafeteria sat alone at a table, picking at a we...
I looked like a zombie. No, worse — a zombie who'd been dragged through a car wash and then dressed by a colorblind grandmother. The orange cone hat perched precariously on my hea...
The **water** in the Miller's backyard pool glimmered like liquid diamonds, but Maya's stomach was doing way more flips than any dive she'd ever attempted. She clutched her towel l...