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My phone buzzed. Again. Instagram story from Jessica — her third post today about her "perfect" friendship squad. I stared at my iPhone screen, the blue light reflecting off my gla...
Maya stood in front of her mirror, straightening iron in hand, watching frizzy curls surrender to sleek submission. The humid air clung to her skin like a second layer she couldn't...
Marcus's palms were sweating so bad he could practically fill a water bottle. Standing across the bonfire from Chloe—the absolute fox who'd been haunting his dreams since freshman ...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The annual block party. The social event of the summer. The place where one ...
Mia's fingers fumbled with the zipper of her hoodie as she sat in the bleachers, heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did around Lucas. He was three rows down, laughin...
Maya gripped her padel racket until her knuckles turned white. The semifinal match against Ridgeview Academy was in twenty minutes, and her stomach was doing backflips. "You got t...
The pool party raged around me, bass vibrating through the patio concrete. I clutched my iphone 15 Pro Max like it was my actual heart, refreshing Instagram for the third time in t...
Maya felt like a zombie, finals week having chewed her up and spit her out with the efficiency of a recycling plant. Three AM stared back from her iPhone, mocking her with its hars...
Marcus stood at the plate, the baseball bat feeling like a lead weight in his hands. Bottom of the ninth, two outs, bases loaded—and everyone was watching. His teammates. The girls...
Maya's hair had always been her security blanket—a waist-length curtain she could duck behind whenever cafeteria conversations got too intense or whenever Tyler glanced her way in ...
Maya's phone buzzed during third period. Group chat explosion: someone had posted papayaemoji at Jackson's locker—code for crash the baseball team's end-of-year party. She wasn't i...
The humidity in Florida hits different—like someone wrapped the entire state in a warm, wet blanket. I'm sprawled on a lounge chair at my best friend Marcus's house, nursing a warm...