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My hair was supposed to be ocean blue. Exactly like the Instagram tutorial said. Instead, it came out swamp-green—like someone had pureed spinach and dumped it on my head. I stared...
Maya's legs burned. Again. Coach Miller was obsessed with everyone breaking their personal records, but Maya was pretty sure her personal record for "most exhausted" had been shatt...
Maya pulled the brim of her dad's vintage fedora lower, practically disappearing inside its shadow like a turtle retreating into its shell. The hat had become her armor lately—a we...
Jordan's friend Marcus had always been the hustler type, but this was next level even for him. "Bro, trust me," Marcus said, eyes gleaming with that intensity he got whenever he'd...
Maya's sweaty palm hovered over the send button. This was it — the moment she'd become the first girl in sophomore year to slide into Jared's DMs. She'd spent forty-five minutes cr...
Maya's fingers trembled as she stared at her cracked iPhone screen, the devastating notification glowing in the darkness of her closet: *Read 11:47 PM* He'd seen it. The autocorre...
Marcus stood at the edge of the community pool, his heart doing that thing where it felt like it was trying to escape his chest. The annual freshman swim test. Again. He'd managed ...
The social pyramid at Oakhurst Academy was brutal, and Maya was somewhere near the bottom—maybe the foundation, if that. Then again, being a freshman whose parents had dragged her ...
Maya's frizz was already winning by 11 AM. Her hair had betrayed her since seventh grade—a chaotic crown of curls that refused to be tamed by products, prayers, or the expensive se...
The house was already thumping when I got there—loud bass, kids from my grade scattered across the lawn, someone's older brother playing DJ. I adjusted my dad's vintage fedora, fee...
Maya's finger hovered over the send button, her heart doing that weird fluttery thing it always did when she was about to make a questionable decision at 11:47 PM on a Tuesday. The...
The backyard of Chloe's mansion looked like something from a movie, complete with an actual **sphinx** statue that stared judgmentally at anyone who wasn't cool enough to be there....