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Marcus had been running from his reflection since seventh grade. Every morning, the routine was the same: wake up, stare at the mirror, tug the oversized beanie down until it swall...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping, which was gross and definitely not the vibe she wanted for her first day at Fox Valley High. "You good?" whispered Jaylen, the...
The pool glowed that artificial blue that only exists at TJ's parties, the kind where everyone's pretending to be someone they're not. Maya smoothed her cutoff shorts and checked h...
The coaxial cable dangling from my bedroom wall had been loose for weeks, but Dad was too busy with his new girlfriend to notice. Honestly, I didn't care either until tonight, when...
Maya stood at the edge of the bonfire, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The juniors were laughing about something near the water, their silhouettes against the mo...
Maya stared at the mirror, clutching the box of Midnight Blue hair dye like it was a bomb. Three AM, and her cat Pickles sat on the bathroom counter, judging her with those yellow ...
Maya's phone vibrated against her thigh, the little buzz that controlled her entire social life. Another notification. She was basically a professional spy at this point, obsessive...
Marcus's iphone buzzed for the third time in two minutes—Coach Miller wondering why he'd skipped baseball practice again. He swiped the notification away, heart hammering against h...
The coaxial cable snaked across Maya's bedroom floor like a black plastic vine, connecting her world to everyone else's. Three weeks into freshman year, and she was still the girl ...
The air smelled like chlorine and cheap sunscreen, that specific Friday afternoon vibe that made everything feel possible. Maya adjusted her bikini strap for the tenth time, hyper-...
Maya's palms were sweating—not the cute glisten, but full-on hand-drenching nervous sweat. She clutched her tray so hard her knuckles turned white. The spring carnival. Jake's gonn...
Leo's palm sweated against the steering wheel of his beat-up Honda. At the stoplight, he glanced at the passenger seat - where Marcus's prized Chicago Bulls hat sat like a radioact...