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Finals week had turned us all into zombies — honestly, I was running on three hours of sleep and approximately seven iced coffees. When Maya texted 'escape mission tonight?' at 11 ...
The heat hit me like a physical weight as I walked into Maya's backyard party. I was wearing this bright orange tank top Kira said made me look like a traffic cone, but I'd promise...
I'm sandwiched between the blu-ray player and a mass of cable spaghetti, Maya's breath ghosting hot against my neck. Her lips taste like papaya — she's been eating those fruit cups...
Maya's spiral-haired defiance had been her middle finger to the straight-hair standards at Northwood High since freshman year. But tonight, standing in Lily's kitchen while someone...
Maya's bathroom mirror was her battlefield at 7:43 PM on a Friday night. Her hair — this week's experimentation with bleaching techniques gone wrong — frizzed like she'd stuck her ...
Nobody at Northwood High knew I was literally running cable through half the apartment complex at night. Call it community service, or call it a side hustle—either way, $20 per con...
Maya stood in the corner of Jake's basement, feeling like a literal zombie. The party thumped around her—red cups, cheap soda, people pretending to have fun. She'd been running on ...
The orange hat sat pulled low on my forehead, my personal shield against the world. Welcome to Santa Barbara Academy, where everyone's family owned vineyards or tech startups, and ...
Maya dragged herself into third period chemistry, brain fuzzy from staying up until 2 AM scrolling TikTok. Again. "You look like a actual zombie," whispered her best friend Kiana,...
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...