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The stupid fedora sat crooked on my head like a desperate cry for attention. Which it was. Totally. "You look like a giant toddler playing dress-up," Maya said, not looking up fro...
Maya's palms were sweating against her iPhone case as she hovered over Jake's profile. Three years of friendship, countless study hall inside jokes, and here she was—finally ready ...
My palms were sweating so hard I could practically water the plants with them. Standing at the edge of Jake's pool party, I watched everyone else diving in like they'd been born wi...
Maya stared at her reflection, the fluorescent bathroom mirror revealing exactly what she'd hoped for — and feared. Her formerly mousy brown hair now blazed **orange**, the kind of...
I wasn't supposed to be at the country club. My parents got us a summer membership as some kind of weird status move, but everyone there knew we didn't belong. The social pyramid a...
Maya gripped the starting block, knuckles white. Behind her, Brayden—self-proclaimed **bull** of the varsity swim team—muttered something that made his boys snicker. She pretended ...
Maya's fedora was supposed to be her rebrand. After three months of being basically a zombie from AP overload and swim practice until 9 PM, she was finally getting invited to Tyler...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. Again. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizz, but now it sprang around her face like an electrocuted squirrel. The bathroom mirr...
The thunderstorm was supposed to be romantic. That's what TikTok said, anyway. But instead, Maya was stuck at Connor's house party, nursing a flat Sprite while everyone else played...
Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool, glittery kind from Jenna's makeup tutorials, but the actual shambling, brain-fried variety that comes from four hours of AP History cramming ...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was basic math: the varsity jacket crew at the apex, the AP kids forming the middle layer, and everyone else scrambling for traction at the bot...
Tyler's chest was doing that thing again—the tight, burning sensation that happened every time he thought about the End of Summer pool party at Jessica's house. His arms went all t...