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Maya's orange hair wasn't a mistake—it was a statement. At least, that's what she told herself when her mom asked why she'd dyed it neon tangerine the night before sophomore year s...
The hair dye box said "Vibrant Fuchsia." It should've said "Social Suicide." I stared at my bathroom mirror, pink drips staining my forehead like I'd been shot with a glitter gun. ...
I never thought I'd be that person crouching behind the baseball dugout at 8 PM, iPhone clutched like a weapon, basically stalking my former best friend. But here we are. Maya ha...
The chlorine hit my nose before I even saw it—Marcus Chen's above-ground pool, shimmering like an oversized jewel in his backyard. My best friend Sasha squeezed my arm. "You've got...
Maya's summer transformation plan had three phases: Phase One involved convincing her mom to buy papaya at Whole Foods because "exotic fruit consumption" was practically a personal...
Maya's mom signed her up for padel camp like it was some kind of personality transplant. "You need to be more social, Maya. Get out there. Meet people." So here she was, standing ...
Maya's phone buzzed with forty-seven notifications. The Padel Tournament group chat was absolute chaos. "Guys, did you see who Maya got paired with?" someone typed. She threw her...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally dripping, which was humiliating because she was literally about to touch someone's hand. The beach party was everything she usually avoided: ...
Marcus's palms were sweating so hard he could practically water plants with them. Standing at the edge of Jake's massive backyard party, he adjusted his snapback hat for the fiftie...
Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool, Netflix kind with perfect smoky eye makeup and dramatic plot arcs. The walking-through-school-halls-half-asleep kind, where her body showed u...
Maya's phone battery was at 3%, which meant she was practically a ghost at Kyle's party. She'd forgotten her charging cable at home—typical Maya move—and now she was drifting throu...
Leo stood in the corner of Tyler's basement, clutching a red Solo cup like it contained the secrets of the universe. Instead, it held lukewarm soda and his entire supply of courage...