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Jordan's palms were sweating—again. Maya, his best friend since kindergarten, sat cross-legged on his bed, scrolling through her phone with those long acrylic nails he'd secretly a...
The gummy bears weren't even real bears, obviously, but they might as well have been roaring in my stomach during third period. I'd been crushing on Jordan since literally the firs...
Maya's palms were sweating so much her iPhone nearly slipped from her grip. Three drinks in and she was still the only one standing alone in the corner of Jake's basement, watching...
Marcus felt like a straight-up zombie. Finals week had turned his brain into mush, and he was surviving on three hours of sleep and questionable cafeteria spinach that looked suspi...
Maya's palms were sweating literally dripping as she stood at the edge of the pool party. The whole swim team was there being loud and perfect and she wasn't even on the team yet j...
Maya smoothed her hair for the thousandth time, checking her reflection in the black screen of her iPhone. The party at Reynolds' pool was supposed to be the social event of the su...
Leo's palms were sweating. Again. "Dude, you nervous or just leaking?" Bull McCoy leaned against the dugout fence, his varsity jacket looking like it had been painted on. "Tryouts...
I felt like a literal goldfish at Maya's party last night, swimming laps in her above-ground pool while everyone else played beer pong on the deck. Three seconds of memory loop — t...
The carnival lights blurred together, neon bleeding into neon, and Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Which was ironic, considering sh...
Maya's dad was literally the cable guy. The actual meme. And somehow that social capital had zero transfer value to Jefferson High, where she'd been invisible since September. Ton...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The annual end-of-summer party at Chloe's house was basically social suicide to miss, but that didn't make ...
Maya's hands trembled as she squeezed the **orange** hair dye into the plastic bowl. Friday night, two AM, and she was about to do something she'd never admit to wanting: stand out...