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Maya's fingers wouldn't stop shaking as she adjusted the **orange** streak in her newly dyed hair. Senior year was supposed to be her glow-up era, but three weeks in, she was still...
I'd been cyber-stalking my best friend for three days straight. Pathetic? Maybe. But when Leo suddenly stopped replying to my texts and started posting Instagram stories from some ...
The party was already lit when Maya arrived fashionably late, clutching a warm orange soda like it was her only lifeline. Being known as "the vitamin girl" because her parents owne...
The humidity at Johnson Creek was hitting different that July. Maya lay on a towel while I scrolled through my phone, our friendship stretched thin as last summer's bikini strings....
I'd been running on zombie mode since finals week ended, but somehow Maya convinced me that Jake's pool party was exactly what I needed. "You'll have fun," she promised. "Everyone'...
Maya stood in the corner of Jake's basement, clutching a red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. Her first high school party, and she already regretted coming. Everyone else seemed to...
Jordan's hands were sweating—like, actual droplets in his palms. Gross. He wiped them on his swim trunks again, but it didn't help. The Taylor's end-of-summer pool party loomed ahe...
Maya's Halloween party was supposed to be legendary. Instead, I stood against the basement wall feeling like a zombie—three hours of sleep and way too much iced coffee will do that...
The humidity in Florida hit different—like the air was literally made of warm **water**. Maya dragged me toward the fortune teller booth at the spring carnival, her excitement tota...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was less ancient Egypt and more like a game of Jenga played by someone with shaky hands. At the top: the influencers, the athletes, the kids wh...
Leo stood at home plate, the baseball bat feeling like a lead pipe in his sweaty hands. The summer heat pressed down on the field like a heavy blanket, and somewhere beyond the cha...
Maya's sneakers hit the pavement, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Running was the only thing that made sense lately — away from her parents' fighting, away from the awkwar...