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Maya clutched her orange soda like a lifeline, the condensation dripping onto her fingers as she leaned against the patio wall. From here, she could spy on Jake without looking tot...
The humidity in Florida was no joke, but standing at the edge of Maya's infinity pool with my palms literally dripping sweat onto my denim shorts? That was all anxiety. I'd spent t...
The lunch table was a minefield of social calculus. I sat with my tray, staring at the spinach my mom had packed—literally just a plastic container of raw leaves like I was some ki...
Marcus adjusted the brim of his lucky fedora, checking his reflection in his phone. The hat had been his grandfather's, and wearing it made him feel like a person with depth, not j...
The hat was stupid. Like, objectively ridiculous — a neon orange bucket hat I'd only bought because Tyler wore one to the first padel tournament of the semester. Now I stood at the...
Maya's phone buzzed on her nightstand at 11:47 PM. A text from Kai: r u coming to jess's party??? everyone's gonna be there She wasn't. She'd spent the whole week overthinking it...
My brain was definitely operating on zombie mode—three hours of sleep will do that to you. I'd stayed up until 3 AM grinding ranked matches, and now here I was, about to make a com...
I stood in front of the mirror, picking spinach out of my teeth for the third time. My mom's new health kick meant our kitchen had turned into some kind of vegetable laboratory, an...
Maya's hair had betrayed her. Somewhere between the humidity and her attempt at beach waves, her frizz had morphed into something resembling a electrocuted poodle. She stood at the...
Maya's phone battery hit 4% right as Tyler Anderson's house party reached peak chaos. She'd been vibrating with anxiety all week about this invitation, and now she was stuck by the...
Maya's fingers trembled as she sectioned her hair, the bathroom mirror reflecting the chaotic mess of clips and dye. Three bottles of "Arctic Berry" sat on the counter, but at the ...
Maya clutched her iPhone like it was the only thing keeping her anchored to reality. The house party thumped around her—music she didn't recognize, people she didn't know, laughter...