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Maya's crush on Jake had reached DEFCON 1 levels. She'd spent all week crafting the perfect plan to accidentally-on-purpose bump into him at the padel courts after school, but her ...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time. Another text from 'PadelKing99' — the guy she'd been talking to for two weeks on Discord. Their shared love for obscure indie bands and late...
Maya's first day as a pool attendant wasn't exactly the ~aesthetic~ summer vibe she'd planned on Instagram. Her mom had dropped her off with a lecture about wearing sunscreen and a...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging her nose. Everyone from sophomore year was there—except her, apparently, because she was still ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jeans for the third time, scrolling through her secret Instagram account @RiverdaleHighSpy. 472 followers. Not bad for som...
I dragged myself through the hallway like a straight-up zombie, which was pretty much my default state after three hours of sleep and an AP History test that absolutely wrecked me....
Maya's hair had betrayed her. What was supposed to be subtle caramel highlights had turned her chestnut waves into what her brotherJake called "stripy popcorn." Now she was hiding...
Maya's heart hammered against her ribs as she slid into the bleacher seat. Section 12, Row 4. This was it—the moment she'd been fantasizing about since spring training started. Two...
Marcus's sphynx cat, Bagel, stared at him with wrinkly judgment. The hairless cat looked like an alien chicken nugget. "Why me?" Marcus groaned, checking his reflection. "Why did ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be the moment. She'd spent two hours perfecting the beach waves—exactly the kind of effortless-looking-but-actually-not-effortless style that said "I be...
The air conditioning in Maya's bedroom hummed against the oppressive July heat. On her bed, Riley lay face-down, thumbing through her iPhone with practiced boredom while Maya tried...
Maya's iPhone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another Snapchat from the group chat she'd been ghosting since Jordan's party. Her thumb hovered over the screen, heart doi...