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Maya scrolled past another photo of Riley laughing with people she'd never met, her thumb hovering over the unfollow button for the thousandth time. pathetic much? her brain suppli...
Jordan's vintage Chicago Bulls snapback wasn't just a hat—it was basically a personality at this point. Slap that backward curved-brim masterpiece on their head, and suddenly intro...
The bass from Jordan's backyard speakers thumped against my ribs as I stood by the **pool**, clutching my red Solo cup like it was a life preserver. Senior year pool party. Instagr...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her iPhone screen, the notification light blinking like a tiny heartbeat. Three unread texts from Leo. Three times she'd almost replied, three times she'...
The fourth of July party at Jen's house felt like walking into a live TikTok feed. Chlorine hung thick in the air, mixing with coconut sunscreen and the bass-heavy thumping from so...
Jordan smoothed their vintage band tee for the third time, palms sweating like they'd just run a marathon. Tonight was it — the night they'd finally talk to Skylar, the senior with...
Maya's hair was supposed to be cherry red. Instead, it looked like a highlighter exploded on her head. Her mom's classic reaction: "You look like a traffic cone." Rude, but honestl...
Maya's sweaty palm rested on the smooth stone of the middle school bleachers, her heart thumping like a bass-heavy trap song. Below her, Jason—the cutest sophomore in existence—was...
The backyard humidity hit me like a physical thing — thick, sticky, full of chlorine and expensive perfume. Tyler's pool party. The social event of the summer, and I was vibrating ...
Maya leaned against the chain-link fence, feeling like a total spy watching the cool kids at Tyler's pool party. It was lame, she knew, but she'd been crushing on Tyler since fresh...
Marcus's palms were sweating. Again. He gripped his **iphone** tighter, scrolling through Maya's Instagram for the third time today. Baseball practice had ended twenty minutes ago,...
The notification pinged at 8:47 AM. Someone had viewed my Instagram story. I groaned into my pillow and grabbed my phone, feeling like a total weirdo because I'd been pretending ...