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Maya's thumbs hovered over her iPhone screen, the glow illuminating her face in the dark bedroom. Three messages sent. Zero replies. Again. "Literally dying here," she muttered, t...
The party at Maya's house was supposed to be my moment. Finally, after months of watching from the sidelines, I was invited. Not as "Chloe's weird friend," but as me. Jordan would ...
Maya had been planning this moment for exactly three weeks. Today would be the day she finally talked to Xavier—the cute junior with the perfect fade and smile that could literally...
My hair was doing that thing again—the thing where it stuck up in three different directions like I'd just rolled out of bed and through a car wash on the way to school. Mom said i...
Maya's frizzy **hair** defied every product she'd attacked it with that morning. She stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her phone like a lifeline, watching everyone els...
The invitation to Jordan Miller's pool party had been sitting on my phone for three days, mocking me. Jordan, who had actual rizz and whose Instagram stories always looked like a m...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her Solo cup like it was a lifeline. The — wait, let me think more carefully about the word count and flow. Let me count the words ...
My palms were sweating through my math test notes, and not just because I'd forgotten to study. In ten minutes, I had to present my senior capstone project to the entire honors cla...
The padel court smelled like expensive disappointment and coconut sunscreen. I adjusted my grip on the racket, palms sweating through my wristbands as Brianna filmed the entire thi...
The orange wasn't supposed to be that orange. That was the first problem. The second problem? I was literally swimming in cable wires, trying to look like I knew what I was doing ...
Maya adjusted her sunglasses for the third time, attempting to look casual while definitely not staring at Jordan across the pool. This was her specialty: operating as a social spy...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging her nose. The swim team's social pyramid was crystal clear from here: seniors at the top, juniors in the middle, freshmen like...