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The pool party was supposed to be chill, but Maya's phone had been blowing up for twenty minutes. When I finally found her behind the garage, she was sitting on a milk crate, fully...
Maya clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, thumb hovering over Instagram reels she'd already watched three times. This was supposed to be the party of the year—Jake's lake house, ac...
The social hierarchy at Camp Wycliff was as obvious as a pyramid scheme, and Maya had landed somewhere near the bottom—sandwiched between the kids who still brought stuffed animals...
Maya's script was crumpled in her sweaty palm. Ancient History third period. The presentation she'd been overthinking since Monday. "You got this," Liam whispered, bumping her sho...
I'd been running for twenty minutes straight, my lungs burning like I'd swallowed fire, but I couldn't stop. Not with what I just heard. "She said WHAT about me?" I panted, veerin...
Max's heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird as he stood before the freshman cafeteria — the bottom of the social pyramid that Lincoln High had built itself on. Somewh...
Maya's palms were literally sweating as she stood by the edge of Johnson's pool. The annual end-of-school party. The one where everyone who was anyone showed up to flex their socia...
Maya's palms were sweating again. She wiped them on her uniform apron for the third time, glancing at her iPhone on the break room counter. No new messages from Ethan. Of course no...
Maya's palms wouldn't stop sweating. She wiped them on her dress for the third time, watching Jordan across the room, laughing with his friends like he owned the place. This was it...
The kale smoothie sat on the kitchen counter like a radioactive science experiment. My mom stood there with her arms crossed, wearing that I'm-disappointed-but-trying-to-be-underst...
Maya's hair was supposed to be moment. Sun-kissed beach waves for the Instagram-worthy first day of junior year. Instead, she'd woken up looking like a poodle that survived a torna...
Maya scrolled past Blair's sixth post from yesterday, feeling like a total creep. Three years of competitive swimming had taught her to hold her breath underwater, but nothing coul...