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Thursday morning hit me like a freight train. I'd been up until 3 AM doom-scrolling, functioning on zero sleep and three Dr Peppers — basically a certified zombie shambling through...
The chlorine stung my eyes, but honestly? That was better than looking at Tyler and Maya making out on the lounge chairs. This pool party was supposed to be legendary, but instead ...
The pet store goldfish floated belly-up in its bowl, and honestly? Same. I'd been operating on zombie energy since finals week crushed my soul three days ago. Dead inside, just swi...
Maya's phone buzzed with another notification from the school's anonymous gossip account. Someone was playing spy again, posting candid pics of students at lunch. She deleted the n...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her iPhone screen, the glow illuminating her desperate hope for a text from Leo. Three hours since the party started, and her social battery was at 1%. S...
I was doing laps around the track when Leo found me. Again. Third time this week. "Yo, Maya!" he called, cutting across the grass like he owned it. "You gotta hear me out about th...
Maya stared at her cracked iPhone screen, thumb hovering over yet another Instagram story of people living their best summer lives. Meanwhile, she was stuck working at her grandma'...
The summer before freshman year, Maya decided she needed a glow-up. Not the skincare kind—she needed to be someone who actually did things. That's how she ended up at the padel co...
The chlorine stung my eyes, but not as much as Jenna's text from last night. "We need to talk." Classic. The worst three words in the English language, hands down. I was supposed ...
The goldfish crackers were stale. Everything about this party felt stale — the cheap snacks, the way people stood in their little circles, the same Spotify playlist that every hous...
Maya's goldfish chose the worst possible moment to die. Right as Connor—the cute sophomore who'd been sliding into her DMs—finally invited her to his baseball game, Bubbles went be...
Maya sat in the back of Mr. Henderson's English class, doom-scrolling through Insta while pretending to analyze poetry. The real mystery wasn't the assigned reading—it was Zara, th...