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Maya's thumb hovered over the Instagram profile—again. She'd been basically cyber-stalking Chloe since freshman year, a low-key spy mission to figure out how the popular girls oper...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, adjusting her snapback hat backward like the cool kids did. First day of sophomore year, and she'd decided this was the year she'd st...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. Which was unfortunate, because she was supposed to be casually holding her phone while texting her best friend about her five-step p...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The pixelated glow illuminated her nervous expression—she'd been staring at Jordan's DM for twenty minutes....
Maya's palms were sweating so hard she practically left puddles on her sunscreen bottle. Fifteen years old and somehow still the person who showed up to the first big pool party of...
Marcus's palms were sweating through his batting gloves again. Third base, bottom of the seventh, and Coach Miller was giving him that look—the one that said *your dad's watching, ...
The cable lay tangled across my bedroom floor like a dead snake, mocking my very existence. 'Just five more minutes,' I whispered to my setup, knowing damn well I'd been saying tha...
My friends and I were total papaya — green on the outside, trying to be sweet on the inside while navigating the jungle that was sophomore year. So when Jake's Instagram went priva...
Maya's palm felt sweaty against Jake's as he led her through the crowded hallway. Her heart did that embarrassing flutter thing, like a goldfish flailing in too-small tank. She'd b...
Maya stared at the bathroom mirror, the box of midnight blue hair dye burning a hole in her backpack. Her mom would kill her. Her friends would think she was having an identity cri...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Which was ironic, considering she was standing outside a padel court waiting for Jake—the guy she'd...
Maya adjusted her dad's vintage trucker **hat** in the bathroom mirror, trying to channel the effortless cool she'd seen on TikTok. Tonight was Jackson's party—her first high schoo...