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The problem with being fourteen and desperate is that desperation has a smell. Like chlorine and pretension, basically the essence of the Pine Valley Country Club where my parents ...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip the bat. Again. "You good, Maya?" Liam called from the pitcher's mound, flipping his snapback backward like he owned the en...
The papaya sat in my backpack like a radioactive grenade. My mom had packed it, obviously—she'd decided our family's "cultural identity crisis" needed solving through tropical frui...
The house was too quiet. Maya's house. The Maya I'd been crushing on since seventh period English, who'd laughed at my joke that one time, who was now at band camp while I was hous...
I was a zombie. Not the cool, Netflix kind with dramatic makeup and a tragic backstory. The bad kind—the kind that got four hours of sleep because AP History decided five paragraph...
Maya's summer had been one long cringe compilation until the night everything changed. Her parents had dropped the bomb at dinner: they were cutting the cable. Like, literally canc...
Marcus stood in front of his bathroom mirror, adjusting the fedora he'd spent two weeks' allowance on. It was supposed to be his "cool guy" accessory for spring fling, but honestly...
Maya's hair was basically its own ecosystem. People at school claimed they'd seen birds nesting in it, which was obviously extra, but still — it was A Lot. Curls exploding everywhe...
The pool party was everything Maya dreaded. Instagram-worthy girls in bikinis that cost more than her entire wardrobe, boys doing cannonballs that displaced way too much water, and...
I stared at the plastic bag in my hands, Franklin the goldfish swimming obliviously inside. I was literally carrying a pet to my first day of sophomore year because my mom was obse...
Maya pressed her back against the cold hallway wall, heart hammering like she'd just chugged three espressos. She was doing it again—spying on Alex and his crew from behind a row o...
Maya's palm was sweating against her phone screen as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching it like a lifeline. This was supposed to be the party of the year—Jason's house, h...