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Maya lay on her bedroom floor, the familiar weight of her iPhone pressed against her face. 3% battery. Again. "You're literally the worst, Bubbles," she muttered to her goldfish, ...
Maya had spent her entire freshman year existing comfortably in the middle of the social pyramid—invisible enough to avoid drama, visible enough to have lunch friends. But somethin...
Marcus's iphone buzzed in his pocket for the fifth time. Another Instagram story from people at Jordan's party, making it look like the most lit Friday night ever. Meanwhile, Marcu...
Maya's iPhone lit up with three tiny vibration bubbles. Levi. The Levi who'd sat behind her in homeroom making snarky comments about everyone's outfits. The Levi whose Instagram po...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was crystal clear: at the apex sat Jordan and her squad, while I hovered somewhere in the basement layer, probably near the fossil collection. ...
The pyramid of red Solo cups stood four feet high on the patio table, a monument to Tyler's unchecked ego. Maya adjusted her stupid sun hat—the brim kept sliding down over her eyes...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The **water** glittered invitingly, but her stomach twisted. Everyone else was already in—laughing, splashi...
The pool water sparkled like someone had dumped a thousand diamonds into it, but Maya stood at the edge clutching her orange juice like it was a lifeline. Jake's end-of-summer part...
The first week of summer, Maya scored her first legit job: lifeguard at the community pool. Most people would say, "cool, free tan," but Maya was lowkey terrified. She'd barely pas...
The bass from Maya's speakers shook the floorboards, or maybe that was just my anxiety. I stood by the refreshment table, nursing a flat soda like it was my job, feeling utterly ou...
Marcus stood on the pitcher's mound, sweat dripping down his back like someone had turned a faucet on his spine. Third hour of baseball practice and Coach Davidson was still scream...
Leo sat cross-legged on his bedroom floor, surrounded by a tangle of wires. Again. The HDMI **cable** had pulled loose from his monitor—third time this week—and his stream was supp...