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Maya stood at the edge of the lake, heart hammering like she'd just chugged three energy drinks. The summer party was in full swing behind her—laughing, music blasting, someone's o...
Maya's living room smelled like stale popcorn and unresolved tension. The cable box blinked 12:00—like it had since the move-in—while we sat cross-legged on her shag carpet, nursin...
Maya stood in front of the mirror in her room, smoothing down the crisp white brim of her new cowboy hat. She'd spent three weeks of her Smoothie Shack earnings on it—part of her m...
Maya felt like a walking **zombie** as she stood by the **pool**, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. Three hours of sleep and her mom's forced health regime would d...
Maya crouched behind the lounge chair, heart racing like she'd just chugged three energy drinks. She was on a mission: a covert operation to infiltrate Jake Rodriguez's birthday pa...
Maya parked herself on the bleachers every Tuesday, same spot, third row from the top. Baseball wasn't exactly her thing, but Jordan Carter's fastball? That was worth sweating thro...
Max adjusted their dad's fedora, the **hat** sitting way too low on their forehead. This was it. The first pool party of sophomore year, and they were determined to finally talk to...
The fluorescent cafeteria lights buzzed like an angry hornet nest. I sat alone, peeling an orange, trying to look casual while simultaneously spying on Tyler across the room. My i...
I clicked through Jake's profile for the forty-seventh time that week. Being a social media spy wasn't in my job description, but teenagehood apparently required it. My thumb hover...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actual dripping sweat down her fingers as she clutched the crumpled flyer for the End of Summer Bash. This was it—her chance to finally shed the "...
Marcus's vintage baseball cap sat crooked on his head, the brim bent from too many nervous tugs. Tryouts for the team were tomorrow, and his stomach was doing somersaults that had ...
Maya's palm was literally sweating as she stood outside Jake's house, music thumping through the walls. This was it — her first high school party. She'd spent forty-five minutes on...