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Marcus stood at the edge of the lake house party, clutching his red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The social pyramid was painfully visible from here—the varsity football players...
Maya smoothed her sunscreen — SPF 50, practically a **vitamin** D blocker at this point — and adjusted her bikini strap. The Hernandez twins' **pool** party glittered before her, t...
The cable dangling from Marcus's bedroom window was pathetic. Frayed at the ends, barely holding on by a copper thread, it represented everything about our summer: desperate, jury-...
The golden retriever puppy—Sir Barksalot—had 2.3 million followers. I had 472. "Bro, did you see the comments?" Maya nudged me, her phone practically glued to her hand. "People ar...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, the rhythmic slap of her sneakers against pavement drowning out the text notifications she couldn't deal with right now. Another party she'd...
Maya pressed her back against the cold tile of the girls' bathroom, heart still racing from PE class. That mile run. Again. Her legs burned like she'd been running for days, not ju...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in the bright orange hair she'd dyed at 2 AM using some sketchy TikTok tutorial. The color screamed 'look at me' — exactly what she d...
I was absolutely not stalking him. Okay, maybe I'd positioned myself strategically behind the bleachers during baseball practice every Tuesday for three weeks, but that's just dedi...
Maya's thumb hovered over the send button, heart doing gymnastics in her chest. The text to Kai—three weeks of careful wording, overthinking, and screenshot consultations with best...
I adjusted the brim of my baseball hat for the third time, trying to summon confidence I definitely didn't feel. Senior year was supposed to be epic, not terrifying. "Chloe, serio...
Maya stood by the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The party raged around her—seniors she'd barely spoken to all year suddenly acting like they were all best friends. The...
The cafeteria social pyramid was as real as gravity, and Maya was drifting somewhere in the basement level. Freshman year had been a study in invisibility, but sophomore year was s...