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The pool party at Jayden's house was supposed to be legendary, but I was stuck doing what I do best: overthinking everything in the corner while everyone else actually lived their ...
Maya stared at her phone screen, the message from Jordan still glowing: 'we need to talk.' Her heart did that stupid flutter thing it always did when his name popped up, even thoug...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's invisible pyramid from her usual corner table. At the apex sat the Padel Court Crew—the kids whose parents owned country club memberships and whose w...
Maya's phone buzzed with the notification that changed everything: Jason's pool party. Tonight. Her heart did that familiar flutter thing that happened whenever his name popped up ...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be my chance to finally fit in. Freshman year at Northwood High had been a series of awkward lunch table moments and failed attempts...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even opened the pool gate — my sanctuary, my escape from the absolute disaster that was freshman year. Swimming laps was the only time my brain s...
Maya stood at the bottom of the social pyramid at Westbrook Country Club, literally and figuratively. The padel court sat beneath a glass pyramid skylight that filtered the summer ...
The social pyramid at Lincoln High had Maya at the bottom, fading into the background like chalk on wet pavement. That was until the night of the Sphinx's graduation party. The Sp...
The cat had been showing up at my window for three weeks straight. A scrappy orange tabby with one ear that refused to stand up, watching me like it knew something I didn't. "You'...
Maya's hair wouldn't cooperate. Third attempt with the straightener, and she still looked like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. Perfect. Because nothing says 'ready ...
Maya stood at the bottom of the freshman social pyramid, somewhere between the band kids and the people who ate lunch in the library. But today, everything was different. She adju...
Maya straightened her fedora—yeah, she actually wore a fedora to school, whatever—and scanned the cafeteria like it was hostile territory. The first week of sophomore year at North...