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Maya's hair wasn't cooperating. Again. She'd spent forty minutes trying to tame the frizz, but the humidity had other plans. Welcome to sixteen, where your own hair becomes your bi...
Leo tugged the brim of his stupid uniform hat lower, but the sun still found his neck. His second week as pool attendant, and he'd already learned three things: the deep end collec...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his phone like a lifeline. The annual summer bash at the Hendersons' was supposed to be legendary, but so far, it was just loud and ...
Maya's phone buzzed with the group chat notification: **POOL PARTY SATURDAY.** Her stomach did that familiar flip-flop thing, like she'd swallowed a handful of butterflies instead ...
I wiped my sweaty palm on my uniform shorts for the third time. 'You good, Marcus?' Jamal asked, grinning. 'You look like you're about to pass out.' 'Shut up,' I muttered. 'My han...
The carnival goldfish lived in a bowl on Maya's nightstand, its orange scales glowing against her phone screen as she scrolled through texts from Jordan. Either Jordan didn't know ...
I'd been hiding under the same beat-up baseball cap since sixth grade. The brim bent at just the right angle, casting a shadow across my forehead that concealed the disaster happen...
The **pool** party at Tyler's house was supposed to be the kickoff to sophomore year, the kind of thing that'd be all over Instagram stories by midnight. But there I was, clutching...
My summer job as a lifeguard was mostly sitting in the high chair, watching kids do stupid things, and pretending I wasn't boiling alive in the sun. Until **swimming** practice end...
The hat was stupid. I knew it, my friends knew it, everyone at Tyler's pool party knew it. But I wore it anyway—the kind of neon monstrosity that screamed "please roast me." I st...
The goldfish—Mr. Bubbles, according to the label on its bowl—stared at me with what looked suspiciously like judgment. "You're not making this any easier," I told it, trying to wr...
Maya's text lit up my screen at 11:47 PM: *tennis courts. midnight. come alone.* My heart did that stupid flutter thing it always did when she messaged. Which was ridiculous, beca...