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Marcus stood outside the house party, adjusting his dad's vintage fedora like it was some kind of armor. The hat smelled like Old Spice and questionable decisions, exactly what he ...
Maya's party was supposed to be legendary. The group chat had been blowing up all week about it. I'd spent forty-five minutes perfecting my hair, even spritzing on my sister's expe...
The party at Maya's house was already wild when I showed up fashionably late. My **orange** hair (temporary dye, don't judge) was already starting to fade at the temples, which was...
Maya's curls had always been her hiding spot. A frizzy fortress she could duck behind when the popular girls walked by, or when Tyler—the cute junior with the perfect jawline—looke...
I felt like a total spy lurking behind the library shelves, watching Jake laugh with his friends across the cafeteria. My phone burned in my pocket—three weeks of careful Instagram...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her **iPhone** like a lifeline. The water sparkled with that perfect Instagram-filter blue, but inside, her stomach was doing full...
My palms were sweating so hard I could practically water plants with them, which would've been convenient if I hadn't been gripping a red Solo cup like it contained the antidote to...
Maya stared at her reflection, finger-combing through her hair for the millionth time. It was the same boring brown it had been forever—nothing like the vibrant electric blue on Ch...
Maya's vitamin stash sat next to her iPhone like a ritual offering. Biotin for hair growth, Vitamin D for mood (or so TikTok claimed), Vitamin C for... actually she'd forgotten why...
Marcus's orange jersey clung to his back like a second skin, sweat already forming despite it being only 7 AM. Baseball practice had been brutal—Coach Davis was in one of his moods...
Maya clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, screen dimmed to avoid drawing attention. She wasn't supposed to be here—at Jenna's massive pool party where everyone who mattered was gat...
I was literally running on three hours of sleep and zero chill when it happened. Track practice had ended twenty minutes ago, but I was still at the school, pacing the hallway lik...