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Marcus's palms were sweating so much his phone was practically slipping through his fingers. Three texts in the group chat, and still no response from *her*. "Bro, you good?" Tyle...
The house party at Tyler's was already in full swing when I caught Maya by the upstairs bathroom. She was wearing that vintage hoodie she'd thrifted last week—rust colored, oversiz...
Maya pressed her back against the lockers, heart doing that weird flutter thing it always did when HE walked by. Jason. The guy who'd been her lab partner since seventh grade, the ...
August humidity wrapped around us like a second skin as Maya and I sat on her front porch, nursing warm sodas like they were the last drinks on Earth. "You look like a zombie," sh...
The thing about being a wallflower is that nobody notices when you're watching. I'd perfected the art of the casual glance, the half-second stare, the 'just looking around the room...
I looked like a straight-up zombie after pulling an all-nighter finishing my English essay. My hair was doing something questionable—half mohawk, half bird's nest, and 100% a disas...
I stared at my reflection, fingers tracing the patchy spot near my temple where my hair had decided to peace out. Thanks, stress. Thanks, junior year. Thanks, universe. My mom had ...
The lightning crackling outside my kitchen window matched the chaos in my head. Friday night. The night before Leo's party. The night I'd promised to make something 'actually good'...
The chlorine from the community pool still clung to Marco's skin as we sprawled across his basement couch, eating stale chips and watching whatever nonsense the cable guide offered...
The pool deck at the Reynolds' house looked like something out of a teen movie — twinkling lights, actual palm trees (in Ohio? their dad was loaded), and about half our sophomore c...
Maya dragged herself into third period, feeling exactly like the walking dead she'd binge-watched until 3 AM. Her mom had left a neon sticky note on the bathroom mirror: TAKE YOUR ...
Marcus's golden retriever, Buster, had been acting sus all week. Following him everywhere. Watching him with those brown eyes like he was waiting for something. "Bro, give me som...