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Maya adjusted the brim of her oversized beanie, pulling it lower until it practically swallowed her eyebrows. It was her shield, her armor, her personal Do Not Disturb sign in huma...
Maya pressed herself against the library wall, heart racing like she'd just run laps instead of literally just standing there. From this angle, she could see Alex at their usual ta...
Maya's phone battery hovered at 3% as she slumped against the gym wall during homecoming. Again. The flashing red power icon felt like a personal attack. "You good?" asked Jason, ...
The social hierarchy at Camp Apex worked like a pyramid, with the varsity athletes at the top and everyone else crushed underneath. I'd spent two weeks trying to climb it, but ever...
Maya's iPhone burned against her palm, her sixth Insta story of the night documenting how not awkward she was at Tyler's party. Spoiler: she was fully awkward. The bass from the li...
Marcus stood at the edge of the **pool**, toes curled over the concrete lip. Chloe's end-of-summer bash raged behind him—spotify playlist thumping, people laughing, the smell of ch...
The summer before sophomore year, my parents dragged us to the Grand Palm Resort, where I spent most days hiding in our suite, doom-scrolling on my iPhone. Then I saw him — Lucas, ...
The iPhone buzzed in my back pocket for the third time, and I knew exactly who it was. Maya. Probably cancelling, or worse—bringing her friends. The ones who made me feel like I'd ...
Marcus's phone buzzed with another text from Jordan. u coming to tryouts??? He stared at the screen, thumb hovering. Two weeks into freshman year and he was already losing his best...
Maya's older cousin Jenna dragged her to the county fair, but Maya's phone buzzed with notifications from the group chat she'd been **spy**ing on all week. They were planning somet...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, whistle dangling from her neck like a lifeline. Her first day as a lifeguard, and already her stomach was doing backflips. The older kids from t...
Marcus gripped the padel racket like it was a lifeline. His palms sweat through the grip. "Bro, you gotta hit it harder," Ty said, already the unofficial captain of their friend g...