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Leo adjusted his swim trunks for the third time, convinced everyone at the Hernandez's pool party could hear his heart thumping like a bass line. He'd spent all week psyching himse...
Maya stared at the social **pyramid** of Cabin 7, mentally placing herself somewhere near the bottom—probably the dirt layer beneath the foundation. At fourteen, she'd already mast...
The pool party at Tyler's house was exactly the kind of social event that made me want to disappear. I stood by the snack table, nursing a warm soda, watching everyone else live th...
Marcus adjusted his snapback for the third time, heart doing somersaults. This was it — Tyler's legendary rager. The one everyone would be vibing about Monday morning during first ...
The Chandler High social pyramid was real, and Maya was definitely in the basement level. Maybe even the sub-basement. That's why when Brianna-the-Instagram-goddess herself invited...
Maya's older brother Jordan had been acting weird all week. Glancing at his phone whenever she walked into the room. Closing tabs instantly. Even password-protecting his laptop—whi...
Maya stared at her reflection, willing herself not to fully spiral. The haircut was supposed to be a trim — just "clean up the ends," she'd told the stylist with a completely norma...
Maya stood by the snack table like it was a lifeline, clutching her red solo cup like it contained something stronger than lukewarm soda. This was it. Her first real high school ho...
Maya's phone was at 3% when she spotted him across the cafeteria. Alex, aka "the Sphinx" — that's what everyone called him because the guy never gave a straight answer. Everything ...
So there I was, literally hiding in the janitor's closet because Jared — the walking red flag of the sophomore class — had started rumors that I'd ghosted his ex at Maya's rager. ...
Maya pulled her beanie **hat** lower, practically disappearing inside its wool embrace. The house party roared around her—cheap bass vibrating through the floor, kids she'd known s...
The goldfish, which I'd creatively named Goldie, stared at me with what I swear was judgment. I was house-sitting for my cousin Tessa — she who was somehow popular despite being li...