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Maya's palms were sweating - like, actual embarrassing amounts - as she waited in line for the school carnival's palm reader booth. Chen had ditched her for the ferris wheel with S...
Marcus's plan was simple: wear the vintage baseball cap backward, lean against the bleachers with practiced nonchalance, and finally talk to Maya before junior year swallowed them ...
Maya's friendship with Leo had been sliding into awkward territory since seventh grade began. They used to spend hours gaming together, but now Leo was all about basketball and try...
I felt like a **zombie** walking into first period Monday morning—three hours of sleep will do that to you. But this time, the zombie thing was kinda literal. I'd spent my entire w...
The palm trees swayed like bored teenagers at the country club, their fronds catching the coastal breeze. I gripped my padel racquet until my knuckles turned white, trying to look ...
Maya's life officially ended at 2:47 PM on a Friday, which happened to be exactly twenty-three minutes before Jordan Torres was going to notice her for the first time ever. She'd b...
Maya stared at the fruit bowl like it was about to bite her. Among the predictable grapes and strawberries sat something that looked like alien produce — a halved papaya, bright or...
The screen glowed at 2:47 AM when Marcus's text came through: "U coming?" I'd been **running** scenarios in my head for three hours. Mom's endless lectures about my "wasted potent...
Maya stared at her reflection, finger-combing her frizzy hair for the thousandth time. The hat—an oversized vintage beanie she'd thrifted—sat crooked on her head, covering the wors...
Maya's hands shook as she gripped the padel racquet, the court blurring beneath her sneakers. This was stupid—she'd only joined the club because Levi had mentioned it in passing ye...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip her phone. Tonight was Jake's pool party — THE social event of sophomore year — and she'd been crushing on him since homero...
Maya's palm was sweating so much she could practically water plants with it. Standing outside the gym, her vintage baseball cap pulled low, she practiced her opening line for the h...