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Maya's **dog**, Barnaby, thumped his tail against her bedroom door as she posed for her twelfth selfie of the hour. Her **iPhone** screen glowed with the weight of expectations — 8...
Chase hated pool parties. The humidity, the chlorine mixing with cheap cologne, the way everyone's laughter felt amplified in that weird echo-y space. He clutched his orange soda l...
My baseball cap sat low on my forehead, brim pulled down like a shield. Three years of wearing it every day had created a permanent sweat stain inside the band, but nobody noticed....
Maya stared at the papaya on the kitchen counter like it was a bomb. Her abuela had sent it over, insisting that 'real Puerto Ricans love this stuff,' but Maya had never actually t...
Leo felt like a zombie. Not the cool TikTok dance kind—like, actually dead inside. 6 AM baseball practice for two weeks straight would do that to you, especially when you weren't e...
Maya stared at her reflection, the **orange** hair dye staining her hands like a crime scene she'd committed against herself. Three weeks into sophomore year and she was finally do...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even saw the pool. I shouldn't have come to Jordan's party—I'd been ghosting his squad since the incident last month. But here I was, standing aw...
Maya pressed her phone against her chest like it held state secrets. In a way, it did. She'd been low-key spying on Kai's Instagram stories for twenty minutes, watching what used t...
Maya's palms were sweating—again. Classic. She wiped them on her denim shorts, leaving darker patches that made her want to literally evaporate. The only upside to being at Jessica...
Maya's palms were sweating against the red solo cup. Again. Why did house parties have to be so... house-party-ish? "You look like you're plotting world domination," said Leo, lea...
Marcus's thumb hovered over his iPhone screen, another notification lighting up the darkness of his room. Snapchat from Jake: 'U coming 2 practice?' He sighed. Baseball season had ...
Maya's mom stood in the kitchen doorway, waving the orange plastic bottle like it was a weapon of mass destruction. "You're not leaving this house until you take your vitamin." "S...