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Leo's palms were sweating through his pockets, gross and obvious, as he leaned against the garage at Tyler's graduation kickoff party. Somewhere nearby, someone's golden retriever—...
Lila stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching her dad's old racquet like it might spontaneously combust. Three weeks into sophomore year, and somehow she'd let Madison talk ...
Maya smoothed her sweatband for the third time, nervous energy buzzing through her veins like a live cable ready to snap. Today was tryouts for the varsity padel team, and apparent...
Maya's hair frizzed into hopeless tendrils as she hovered outside Tyler's front door, clutching a solo cup like it was a lifeline. Inside, the house party thudded with bass that vi...
The party was already dead when I got there. Like, actually dead. I stood in Maya's doorway, clutching a plastic container of papaya chunks my mom had insisted I bring, feeling lik...
Maya's stomach did nervous backflips as she stood in the lunch line, clutching her tray like a lifeline. She'd spent forty-five minutes crafting the perfect aesthetic bowl – fresh ...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again—the frizz halo that made her look like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. She yanked her dad's baseball cap down lower, practica...
Maya's been basically functioning as a certified FBI-level spy since the breakup. Okay, maybe not certified, but her Instagram detective skills were unmatched. She knew her former ...
The screen glowed in Maya's hands, another Instagram story making her feel like she was missing everything. Being fifteen meant constantly checking her iPhone like it held the secr...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was simple: jocks at the top, band kids somewhere in the middle, and everyone else fighting for the scraps below. I'd spent freshman year comfo...
Maya's phone buzzed in her hand, the **cable** trailing behind her like a panicked umbilical cord. 3% battery. Of course. The one night Lucas invited her to Tyler's pool party, and...
I was supposed to be studying for SATs, but instead I was working the Friday night shift at Terror Valley — this cheesy zombie-themed escape room where middle schoolers screamed at...