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Alex stared at the tangled ethernet **cable** on their bedroom floor, willing the router's blinking light to turn solid. Three minutes until Jordan's pool party, and of course thei...
Marcus hadn't been the same since his crush ghosted him after homecoming. Two weeks of walking through hallways like a literal zombie—hoodie up, dead eyes, responding to everything...
Maya stared at her reflection, the bathroom fluorescents harsh and unforgiving. Her hair, formerly a boring brown her mom called "professional," now blazed an impossible orange-red...
Maya had perfected the art of being invisible. At Crestwood Academy, where designer backpacks cost more than her family's car payment, she'd become a master of observation. A spy i...
Maya's first real house party. Her heart thrummed against her ribs as she stepped through the doorway. Bass vibrated through the floorboards. Someone handed her a red solo cup. She...
Maya's reflection showed a desperate situation: green spinach stuck between her front teeth, and seven minutes until Jordan's party started. Jordan, aka "Sphinx" to everyone at Nor...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the newly-dyed strands of blue-black hair that was supposed to make her look mysterious and artistic for sophomore year. Instead,...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate that morning. Springy curls exploding everywhere, like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. Again. She yanked the beanie down—thank god ...
I spent the whole summer as a lifeguard basically spying on people's lives from my chair at the deep end. Not like creepy spying — just observing. The way Zara laughed when her cru...
My social life has the structural integrity of wet toilet paper, but tonight I decided to flush it anyway. "Just act normal," I whispered to myself, finger-combing my hair for the...
My friend Maya called at 2 AM on a Tuesday. "Parents are gone for the weekend. You coming over?" I didn't hesitate. Maya's house had a pool, a stocked fridge, and Leo was supposed...
Maya's #1 rule for surviving junior year: never let them see you sweat. But currently, she was sweating through her neon yellow tank top while attempting to look like she totally b...