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My hair was officially a disaster zone. I'd spent forty-five minutes trying to fix it, but humidity had other plans. When Maya texted that everyone was already at Tyler's pool part...
Jordan's summer was shaping up to be a total flop—until the lightning struck. Coach Miller had dragged out that ancient sphinx mascot costume from the storage shed, its plaster ch...
Jalen adjusted the papier-mâché sphinx head, feeling ridiculous. Their mom had spent three weeks on this Egyptian mythology costume, insisting it would "spark conversation" at soph...
Maya's plan was flawless, right up until the spinach incident. "You're like, literally the worst spy ever," Chloe whispered from behind her phone in the cafeteria, not looking up....
Maya's iPhone buzzed against her caf table. Another Instagram story from Kai—the popular guy whose life she'd been basically spying on since freshman year. Pathetic? Maybe. But whe...
Maya's phone buzzed mid-bite, scrambled eggs and spinach falling from her fork. A group chat notification: Tyler's party tonight, dress code "fancy." She groaned. Fancy meant heels...
The neighborhood pool party, and I'm hovering near the deep end, nursing a lukewarm soda. My iPhone buzzes with notifications—people posting about this exact party, documenting the...
Maya's palms were literally sweating as she clutched her phone, thumb hovering over Marcus's contact. Friday night bonfire at the beach and she'd been standing awkwardly near the c...
Maya had been **running** the same mental loop for weeks: say something to him at Jordan's party tonight. Actually say something. The pool party was already chaotic when she arriv...
Leo felt like a zombie. Three weeks into summer break and he'd stayed up until 3 AM every night gaming, his sleep schedule completely wrecked. His best friend since kindergarten, M...
The air smelled like impending rain and ozone. Maya leaned against the chain-link fence, watching him. Jason, the boy who'd sat behind her in bio since September, who drew tiny lig...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actual dripping down her wrists sweating — as she stared at the group chat. Her friend Kai (okay, former friend after today) had just sent yet an...