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Maya's hair betrayed her. It had been three hours since she'd perfectly straightened it, and already the humidity had turned her sleek strands into a frizzy halo. Great. Just what ...
I was definitely not running for student council president—that was Maya's brilliant idea, not mine. But somehow I found myself sprinting down the sophomore hallway, late for the d...
Maya's iPhone buzzed in her grip, the screen lighting up with texts she couldn't bring herself to answer. Chloe's pool party. The one she'd been dreading for weeks. "You coming in...
The summer air was thick with heat as Maya stood by the gate, her heart pounding. Across the yard, the pool sparkled under string lights, and two distinct friend groups floated on ...
Maya's palms were literally sweating as she stood by the snack table at Tyler's pool party. She'd been crushing on him since freshman year, and now here she was, clutching her ther...
My hair was doing that weird flip thing again — the kind that happens when you crash at 2 AM with wet hair and wake up looking like you stuck your finger in an electrical socket. O...
My so-called best friend sat across from me in the cafeteria, picking at her tray like she'd rather be literally anywhere else. The silence between us had grown heavier since Satur...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating—the kind of nervous moisture that makes your phone screen glitchy when you're trying to look chill but your heart is doing jumpi...
The sphinx stared at me with painted eyes, judging my life choices. "You're seriously wearing that to ask out Sarah?" Maya said behind me, already exhausted by my drama. She adjus...
Maya's iphone buzzed against her nightstand at 11:47 PM, the screen illuminating her room like a tiny supernova. *You coming?* the message read from Leo, her neighbor and maybe-sor...
Marcus had been running toward the same goal since seventh grade: varsity baseball captain. His mornings started with vitamin supplements and protein shakes, his afternoons with ba...
Maya's neon orange Crocs were supposed to be ironic. That's what she told herself when she wore them to Jessica's party, the first big social event of freshman year. They were a st...