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Maya's palms were sweating literal rivers as she stood outside Jordan's house. This was it — the first party of sophomore year, and she'd spent forty-five minutes on her hair only ...
Liam stood by the edge of the pool, clutching his phone like a lifeline. The summer bash was in full swing - kids from school everywhere, music bumping, and way too much happening ...
The padel court sizzled under the July sun, the glass walls magnifying the heat until the air itself felt thick enough to chew. Maya adjusted her grip on the racquet, her palms swe...
Maya had spent the first month of freshman year studying Lincoln High's social pyramid like it was gonna be on the finals. At the top? The influencers with their TikTok followers a...
Maya's iPhone lay face down on her bed, screen lighting up every twelve seconds like a heartbeat she couldn't ignore. *Would you rather be a sphinx who knows everything but speaks ...
The goldfish crunched between my teeth, tasteless and sharp, just like everything else about Jordan's party. I was seventeen, socially awkward, and somehow still ended up squeezed ...
Three AM and I'm basically a zombie at this point. Three energy drinks, zero brain cells, and this APUSH essay that won't write itself. My phone buzzes and it's Skyler, which is we...
The air smelled like salt and sunscreen. Maya stood at the edge of the pier, her heart doing that weird fluttery thing it always did when she was about to do something terrifying. ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her ripped jeans—nervous habit, much? "You're literally the worst spy ever," Jordan whispered, grinning. "Zara's looking right...
Maya's sweaty palms were giving her away. Again. "Let me see your hand," she told Liam, trying to sound like she'd been doing this forever instead of, like, three days. The cafete...
Maya gripped her iPhone so hard her palm went white, the case slick with sunscreen and nervous sweat. The screen illuminated her frantic expression—3% battery, three unread texts f...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I hovered near the shallow end of Jordan's pool, nursing a lukewarm soda while everyone else acted like they'd been born in the water. Typical. "Yo T...