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Maya sat two tables away, her laugh cutting through the cafeteria noise like my favorite song on repeat. I clutched my lunch tray so hard my knuckles turned white—social anxiety le...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be my chance to finally talk to Tyler. You know, THE Tyler who sat behind me in bio and always had those perfect waves in his hair...
The vitamin C packet dissolved slowly in my water bottle, turning it a suspicious neon orange. Maya eyed me from across the cafeteria table. "Another pre-game ritual, Leo? You kno...
I was basically a **zombie** by third period, surviving on three hours of sleep and an iced latte that had gone warm hours ago. Junior year was eating me alive, and everyone at Nor...
Maya's transformation began with a box of "Sunset Fox" hair dye and a prayer. The dye job was supposed to be subtle—a coppery boost to her mousy brown hair, something that said my...
I stood at the edge of the country club pool, clutching my phone like a lifeline. My instagram feed was a pyramid of social proof—Taylor's beach photos at the top, then Becka's par...
I was literally running on fumes. Three AP exams, two shifts at the food truck, and zero hours of sleep will do that to you. So when Marcus asked me to cover his mascot gig at the ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool clutching her solo cup like a lifeline. The invite said 'casual hang' but this was definitely NOT casual. Everyone looked perfect in their swimwe...
Maya's phone died halfway through texting Kai about the pool party. She stared at the frayed **cable** like it had personally betrayed her, which, honestly, it had. The charging br...
Maya's first high school party. She'd been psyching herself up for weeks, and now she stood at the edge of Jake's backyard, feeling like a total zombie after pulling an all-nighter...
Maya's fingers trembled as she held up her iPhone, the selfie camera reflecting back a girl she barely recognized anymore. The filters, the carefully curated poses, the endless scr...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating through her jeans, which she'd thoughtlessly shoved her hands into while waiting for Tyler to notice her standing by his locker....