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I shuffled into the Padel Club at 7 AM on a Saturday, feeling like the walking dead. Three AP classes, two failed crush attempts, and my parents' divorce proceedings had turned me ...
My summer was supposed to be lit—parties at the lake, beach days with the squad, maybe even flirting with Tyler from chem class. Instead, I was stuck in my bedroom watching my **go...
Maya's palms were sweating so hard she thought she might drop the iphone she wasn't supposed to be holding. It started when she found it in the cafeteria—waiting on the floor besi...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The glasses were gone. Contacts in. And sitting on her head was the snapback she'd stolen from her older brother's closet — wo...
The hat pulled low over my eyes was my only defense against the fluorescent cafeteria lights. I'd spent twenty minutes fixing my hair that morning, only to spend the entire lunch p...
Leo's palms won't stop sweating. Not ideal when you're nineteen and your summer job involves climbing strangers' ladders with expensive equipment. "Dude, you got this," Marcus ins...
Maya's hair was supposed to be highlights of caramel and honey. Instead, she looked like a striped tiger having a mid-life crisis. The stylist—a chipper woman named Brittany who ke...
I spent three hours perfecting my hair before Tyler's pool party, only to have it wrecked in three seconds of cannonball chaos. The baseball cap I'd strategically angled to hide my...
Maya's fingers trembled around her iPhone as she adjusted the ring light for the third time. Her first TikTok cooking video had to be perfect. Her new influencer meetup was tomorro...
Maya's golden retriever, Buster, had decided this was the perfect moment to stage a prison break — exactly seventeen minutes before Tyler's party. The one party. The party that cou...
Maya's first house party wasn't going according to plan. She'd spent forty minutes perfecting her eyeliner and another twenty psyching herself up in front of the bathroom mirror, b...
Marcus adjusted his dad's vintage fedora, tilting the brim lower over his eyes. The hat was ridiculous—honestly, who wears fedoras to seventh period?—but it was perfect for his cur...