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Leo's palm was sweating so much his phone almost slipped out of his hand. "Bro, you're tweaking," Marcus said, flopping onto Leo's bed. "It's just baseball practice. Not the NBA d...
Maya's hands were literally shaking as she tapped through the eight hundredth Snapchat of the day. Her brain felt like it had been marinating in energy drinks and panic since final...
The chlorine sting hit my nose before I even stepped onto the patio. Jordan's pool party - the social event of the summer before sophomore year - and here I was, standing on the ed...
Marcus's iPhone 13 was supposed to be his secret weapon, not evidence. "You're literally James Bond with better hair," Keisha had said when she hired him. Three Red Bulls and $40 ...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip her phone. Not exactly the vibe you want when you're about to text your crush back. The three dots bouncing on her screen f...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone screen, hesitating. The group chat from Jensen's pool party already had 47 unread messages—mostly fire emojis and "where r u??" from people s...
Maya's sixteen-year-old heart was doing that thing again—the arrhythmia that only struck when *he* was around. Cameron, with his messy dark hair and galaxy eyes, was sprawled acros...
Maya's hands were sweating so much her **palm** prints would've been evidence at a crime scene. Standing in the kitchen at Tyler's house party, she gripped her red solo cup like a...
Maya stood at the edge of Jayden's pool party, clutching her dad's ridiculous fishing hat like a lifeline. It was this oversized bucket hat with a cartoon bear on the front—peak da...
Mia's goldfish, Finsta, had more followers than she did. Okay, technically Finsta was dead—a tiny fishy corpse floating in a bowl on her nightstand—but her finsta (fake Instagram) ...
The neighborhood **pool** party was supposed to be the highlight of summer, but for Maya, it felt more like a social minefield. She stood by the snack table, nursing a flat soda, w...
Maya's dad called it 'padel time' when he dragged her to the country club, his enthusiasm cringe-worthy as he explained the rules in the parking lot. Like tennis but shorter, he sa...