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The bass thumped through my chest like a second heartbeat. Lucas's graduation party was already chaos—kids from three different schools, a suspiciously obtained keg, and way too ma...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — as she gripped the padel racket. First week at the fancy private school, and somehow she'd let Chloe talk her into joining th...
Maya dragged herself into first period looking like a member of the walking dead. Three hours of sleep would do that to you—thanks to that zombie movie marathon she definitely shou...
The stuffed bear sat on my bed, judging me with its one missing eye. I'd promised myself I'd throw it out freshman year, but here we were, three months into sophomore year, and Bar...
The first day of junior year, I felt like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep, two energy drinks, and zero personality left. My best friend Kai practically had to drag me to...
Jordan's phone buzzed. Third time in five minutes. "You coming? Everyone's at the quarry." Jordan stared at the ceiling. The quarry party was legendary—seniors only, basically re...
The kitchen counter was my safe zone. At least until Jake materialized next to me, holding that red plastic cup like it contained the secrets of the universe. My heart did that ann...
The party was already lit when Maya arrived, bass thumping through the suburban walls like a second heartbeat. She clutched her red Solo cup like it was a lifeline, feeling every b...
Maya's hair had a mind of its own. Like, seriously. It was this glorious, chaotic cloud that defied gravity, product, and her mother's pleading. She'd spent the past three years li...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her solo cup like a lifeline. Three weeks at transfer school and she was still basically invisible. Which was fine. Totally fine...
Summer before sophomore year, I was the self-appointed captain of nothing. Marcus had been promoted to varsity quarterback, Jenna got her license, and me? I mastered the ancient ar...
Maya's first day sophomore year started with a wardrobe crisis. Her vintage jacket—the one she'd thrifted for three hours—had a mysterious stain on the sleeve. Of course it would b...