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Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water the fake plants in the cafeteria. She clutched her phone, willing herself to send the text to Jordan that had been sit...
Maya pulled her beanie down lower, practically disappearing inside its gray folds. The hat had become her armor against freshman year — a literal and metaphorical shield she could ...
Maya's iPhone 13 lay shattered on her bedroom floor, victim of an accidental collision with her little brother's nerf gun. Three days without her phone. Three days of TikTok FOMO, ...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even opened the locker room door. Another day of swimming laps, another day of pretending I didn't feel like a fraud in a Speedo. "Yo Marcus, yo...
Maya's summer vacation turned into a personality crisis the moment she walked into her cousin Ashley's penthouse apartment. The cat, a Persian named Duchess, looked at her with eye...
Marcus's palms were sweating so much he could practically fill a water bottle. Standing beside the **cable** car stop, he clutched his **baseball** glove like a lifeline. Today was...
The pool surface rippled with nervous energy, like everyone's insecurities were manifesting as physical waves. I stood at the edge clutching my towel like it was the only thing hol...
Maya's hands were shaking so bad she could barely tie her swimsuit. State qualifiers tomorrow, and she'd been dissociating through practice all week. The locker room mirror showed ...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone screen, the blue light illuminating the nervous sweat on her forehead. Three dots appeared, disappeared, appeared again. Was Tyler actually t...
The party at Tyler's house was already legendary before I even got there. I didn't realize until I caught my reflection in the backyard sliding glass door that I still had spinach...
Maya's hair wasn't cooperating. Again. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to perfect the effortless waves that looked so natural on Kiara's Instagram stories, but hers just look...
Kai's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping onto her new denim skirt which she'd spent forty-five minutes ironing because wrinkles were social suicide at Jordan's party. She...