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Maya's weekend was supposed to be chill — just her, Netflix, and zero social interaction. But then Chloe, the student council president with perfect hair and impossible energy, had...
Jordan stared at the glowing orange pill bottle on the kitchen counter. Vitamin D3 Enhanced — 5000 IU. His mom's latest obsession, right after the meditation app and the omega-3 ph...
The Friday before junior year started, I found myself at Chloe's pool party, nursing a lukewarm soda while watching the social hierarchy unfold like some ancient Egyptian **pyramid...
I felt like a literal zombie—three hours of sleep, three AP exams, and now this. Coach Miller was screaming something about school spirit while my best friend Kai texted me from th...
Marcus shuffled into fourth period like a zombie, which was basically his permanent state this semester. Three hours of Valorant last night plus the history test he'd barely studie...
I swiped Jake's vintage dad hat from his room before leaving, tugging the brim low over my eyes. Total wannabe move, but today was different. Today I was actually invited to Taylor...
Leo stood in front of the mirror, running a hand through his newly-dyed orange hair. It was supposed to be a subtle auburn. It came out traffic-cone bright. "You look like a pumpk...
Jordan's texts blew up at 11:47 PM on a Tuesday. "U GUYS NEED TO GET IN ON THIS. No cap." The "this" in question was padel lessons. At 3 AM. Three times a week. With a guy his cou...
The day started with my lucky hat missing. Not just any hat—the crushed black beanie Maya gave me last winter, right before she kissed me for the first time behind the bleachers. N...
The waves crashed against the shore as I stood at the edge of the water, clutching my half-eaten orange like it was a lifeline. My phone buzzed in my pocket — probably the group ch...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jeans for the third time, staring at her phone where Liam's profile sat open. This was getting pathetic. For two weeks, sh...
Maya stood in the corner of Jake's basement, clutching a red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The music thumped through the floorboards, some bass-heavy track that everyone seemed ...