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The spinach leaf was practically screaming at me from the front tooth. I'd been chatting with Lucas for five minutes—FIVE MINUTES—while a literal salad garnish decorated my smile l...
I felt like a zombie. Three AP classes, cross-country practice, and my mom's new Mary Kay pyramid scheme texts had turned my brain into mush. I'd been up since 5 AM, and now at 11:...
I felt like a **zombie** walking into Tyler's house party—three hours of sleep will do that to you. The entire week I'd been stressing about whether to show up, doom-scrolling thro...
Maya stared at her reflection, willing her hair to cooperate. The humidity had turned her carefully straightened strands into a frizzy halo around her head. Ugh, why did everything...
Maya's summer was supposed to be about becoming someone else. Drama camp, two weeks away from everyone who knew her as the quiet girl in AP Bio, total reinvention opportunity. Then...
Maya's fingers trembled as they hovered over her iPhone screen, the perfect Instagram caption half-typed in her notes app. Three hundred and twenty-seven followers waited. That's w...
Marcus adjusted his bucket hat for the fiftieth time, checking his reflection in the kitchen window. Not too low, not too high—just enough to suggest he'd thrown it on without thin...
Jordan's vintage bucket hat sat pulled low over their eyes, a fortress against the country club judges watching their every swing. The padel court felt like a stage, and Jordan was...
Maya pulled her baseball hat low, diving behind the cafeteria doors like a total weirdo. But whatever. Vital missions required extreme measures. "You're literally spying on him ag...
The pool shimmered like liquid sapphire, but Maya's stomach churned like a blender set to destroy. Jordan's party. THE party. Everyone who mattered would be here, and Maya had spen...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, heart doing backflips. The country club's summer tournament loomed ahead, and somehow, she'd gotten suckered into playing mixed doubles w...
The pool party at Jasmine's house was supposed to be legendary, but I was seriously regretting showing up. Everyone was either canonballing into the water or flirting by the deep e...