Undercover at the Dugout
I'd been spying on Marcus for three weeks before he caught me. Okay, maybe "spying" is dramatic. I was just strategically positioning myself near the baseball dugout during lunch,...
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I'd been spying on Marcus for three weeks before he caught me. Okay, maybe "spying" is dramatic. I was just strategically positioning myself near the baseball dugout during lunch,...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again—the frizz that defied physics, humidity, and three different hair products she'd begged her mom to buy. Senior photos were in two hours, and ...
Maya's **hair** was supposed to be sun-kissed caramel. Instead, it looked like a pumpkin exploded on her head. The box dye had lied. Now she had first-day-at-a-new-school energy wi...
Maya adjusted her brimmed hat for the fiftieth time, convinced everyone was staring at the frizz escaping her bun. Her first day as summer staff at the Sunset Hills Resort and she ...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Which was hilarious, because she was standing under an actual palm tree at the rec center, watching...
Marcus was **running** for his life, which honestly was just his life at this point. Always **running**—to class, from awkward situations, toward things he wanted but was terrified...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in her frizzy curls. Third day of seventh grade, and her hair had already declared independence. Too much gel? Not enough? The bathr...
Maya's cat, Barnaby, decided 2 AM was the perfect time to knock over her carefully arranged succulent collection. Three ceramic pots shattered. The chaos matched the tornado spinni...
Maya's fingers flew across her phone screen at 2 AM, her face illuminated by its ghostly blue glow. She was doing it again—spying on Jasmine's Instagram story, watching the popular...
The cafeteria spinach lay limp and gray on my tray, looking like something that had already been eaten once. Welcome to freshman year, where even the vegetables are depressed. "Yo...
Maya's phone died at 2:47 PM — exactly three minutes before Tyler was supposed to text her about the padel tournament. Of course. She'd forgotten her charging cable at home, becaus...
Maya's heartbeat was doing gymnastics as she stood at the edge of Jake's pool, her vintage high-waisted bikini suddenly feeling way too extra. The Friday night pool party had been ...