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Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in her curls. The hair salon incident had been a disaster — she'd asked for a trim, walked out with something resembling a poodle exp...
Maya's palm was sweating against the phone screen as she stared at Jake's text. You coming to the pool party?🔥 She'd been crushing on Jake since seventh period English when he'd c...
The pool party glowed with those fake underwater lights that made everyone look like they were drowning in blue. Maya stood by the snack table, nursing a Solo cup of spinach dip be...
Maya pressed herself against the locker, heart hammering like a trapped bird. She'd become a master of the hallway spy game, invisible in plain sight, collecting intelligence like ...
Maya's palms were sweating—like, actually dripping. First date jitters were real, but this wasn't even a date. Just taco Tuesday with the baseball team after their victory against ...
Maya's iPhone screen lay shattered on her grandmother's tile floor, social life officially over before junior year even began. Three weeks visiting family in Mexico when all her fr...
I never thought I'd be wearing a giant bear costume while eating papaya on a Friday night, but here we are. The papaya was my mom's idea—something about expanding my culinary horiz...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, it emerged from the salon looking like a rejected highlighter pen had exploded on her head. Neon orange streaks. Absolut...
Maya took a breath. Why did she agree to this? She could be home, doomscrolling in air-conditioning. Instead, here she stood in a bikini she'd bought three sizes too small, clutchi...
Riley's third day at Northwood High and they already felt like they'd been there forever. Not in a good way. In that way where every hallway feels like a minefield and every conver...
Jordan adjusted their visor, sweat dripping down their neck like they were standing under a leaking faucet instead of on the padel court. "You got this, Jordan!" Alex's voice cut...
My palms were sweating through my flannel again. Same thing that happened every time Tyler walked past my locker. I'd spent twenty minutes perfecting my hair that morning—this inte...