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Marcus stared at his iPhone, thumb hovering over Bryce's Instagram story. Another party he hadn't been invited to. Again. "You good?" Maya asked, flopping onto the bench beside hi...
Maya's fedora sat crooked on her head—a bold choice she'd regret the moment she walked into Jordan's house party. The brim kept dipping over her eyes, making her look like she was ...
The August heat had turned me into a certified zombie. I'd spent the entire summer scrolling through my phone, barely leaving my room, and now—two weeks before sophomore year—I was...
Maya stood at the edge of Sarah's inground pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. Her hair had decided to stage a rebellion today—frizzy, half-defiant curls springing everywher...
The pool party of the year. That's what Maya's Instagram story called it. I stood at the edge of the Pattersons' backyard, clutching my towel like it was a lifeline. Everyone was a...
My little brother's goldfish floated at the top of its bowl again, and I legit thought I'd killed it third time this week. Turns out, goldfish just do that sometimes—sleep near the...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a shield. Everyone else was already in the water, laughing. Jake's party—the one she'd been stressing about for weeks. ...
The cable car rattled over San Francisco like a metal dinosaur, its wheels screaming against the steel tracks. Maya pressed her forehead against the window, watching the city blur ...
Summer before sophomore year, and I'm already dying inside. Jordan's pool party — the social event of the season — and I'm standing by the snack table like a loser while everyone e...
My black beanie was basically glued to my head freshman year. It was my security blanket, my 'don't notice me' force field, my entire personality. Until Jordan Chen asked if I want...
Maya's thumb hovered over the screen, heart rate matching the rapid-fire notifications flooding her iPhone. The group chat was blowing up — someone had posted something about Kai, ...
Monday morning hit me like a freight train. After staying up till 3 AM grinding ranked matches, I was running on pure caffeine and regret. My dad called it "zombie mode" — that sta...