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The water shimmered like liquid diamonds in Sarah's backyard, and Maya's hair frizzed in the humidity like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. Again. She smoothed it do...
Maya's summer job at Joe's Sandwich Shack wasn't exactly living her best life, but at least the tips were decent. She stood behind the counter, rocking her slightly-too-big apron, ...
Alex stood in front of Jordan's lake house, heart hammering like they'd drunk three espressives instead of one. Their first proper hang. Just the two of them. No squad buffer. No e...
Maya stood in front of her mirror, tilting the vintage fedora at exactly the angle she'd seen on TikTok. It wasn't really her style—she was more hoodie-and-sneakers—but this was su...
I was running on three hours of sleep and an iced coffee that had stopped working two periods ago. Total zombie mode. The kind where your eyes feel like they're been glued shut wit...
The humidity had already declared war on my hair by 2 PM. I stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching my phone like a lifeline, feeling painfully aware that I was the only per...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching the rented racquet like it might bite her. This was supposed to be the "fun elective" at summer camp, but her hands were sweati...
Marcus stared at the lunchroom like it was a battlefield—and honestly, it might as well have been. The social pyramid at Northwood High was visible from space: seniors at the apex,...
Maya's neon orange hair announced her arrival before she even spoke. It was week three of sophomore year, and she'd already established herself as the girl who didn't care what any...
I'm basically a pro at being invisible. Which is why I make an excellent spy. Okay, fine—I mostly just stalk people on Instagram and lurk at the edge of parties, but details. The ...
The bonfire crackled between us, sending sparks toward the stars. I was hyper-aware that Chloe was sitting two feet away, wearing that oversized hoodie she always stole from her br...
I sat behind the baseball field bleachers, my iPhone burning a hole in my pocket. Practice had ended twenty minutes ago, but I couldn't move. Not yet. "You coming?" Marcus called ...