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Maya's vintage corduroy hat stayed glued to her head through PE class, lunch, and even AP Chem. It was basically fused to her skull at this point — her anti-social armor against th...
The invitation said pool party, but Maya's stomach said absolutely not. September meant school, and school meant The Locker Room Incident still fresh in everyone's memory except he...
Maya's palm was sweating — like, actually dripping — as she clutched the plastic solo cup. Jordan's annual beach rager was in full swing, the bass vibrating through the sand beneat...
Maya's hair was the first thing to betray her anxiety. The curly halo she'd spent forty-five minutes taming with gel and prayers frizzed outward like it had a mind of its own. Her ...
Tyler leaned against the chain-link fence, baseball cap pulled low, watching the Dodgers practice like his life depended on it. Not because he gave a crap about baseball—honestly, ...
Maya's fingers trembled as she held the scissors. Three years of growing her hair out—past her shoulders, past her collarbone, a curtain she could hide behind—VS. the electric blue...
My hair was doing that thing where it looked good in my bedroom mirror but somehow betrayed me the second I stepped outside. Great. Just what I needed for day one of swim camp. I'...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she might actually slide right off the kitchen counter. This was it—her first real high school house party, and she was currently hiding behind a...
The country club padel courts hummed with Saturday morning energy, and I stood at the baseline gripping my racquet like my life depended on it. Which, frankly, it kinda did. "You ...
Maya's palms were practically dripping onto her padel racquet. Three weeks of practicing in her backyard, watching endless YouTube tutorials, and here she was—about to make a compl...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The annual Jenkins neighborhood party was basically social suicide for anyone not blessed with perfect skin...
The social pyramid at Northwood High loomed over Marcus like a giant, invisible structure. Seniors at the top, then juniors, sophomores, and freshmen like him scattered at the bott...