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The country club's palm court shimmered with mid-July heat. Sixteen-year-old Jade balanced a tray of papaya smoothies, her club uniform suffocatingly starched. This wasn't how she'...
Maya's mom stood in the bathroom doorway, holding out the orange gel capsule. "Your vitamin. Can't have you getting sick before tryouts." Maya swallowed it without water, already...
Maya's palms were sweating, and not just from the ninety-degree heat baking the pool party into submission. She'd been cyber-stalking Jake's Instagram for three weeks straight—a to...
The chlorine hit me before I even stepped through the gate. Another Saturday night at Jessica's pool party, and I was already regretting showing up. I adjusted my hat lower, trying...
Maya's Texts blew up with twelve notifications before first period. The Friday night pool party at Chloe's was happening, and everyone who was anyone would be there. Including seni...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The Taylor household was basically a social minefield, and she'd accidentally volunteered to walk right int...
TheinvitationcameviaSnapchat—ofcourseitdid. Jenna's rager, complete with actual Instagram invites and a playlist someone definitely spent three days curating. I stood at the gate,...
The cables behind the counter at Tropical Blendz were a tangled mess, kind of like my brain after three weeks of summer school. I'd been fighting off zombie mode all morning—thanks...
Maya's orange crop top felt like a neon sign flashing 'I don't belong here.' She tugged at the hem while standing at the edge of Jessica's in-ground pool, watching the popular kids...
Maya's first day as a sophomore felt like being a zombie without the cool backstory parts. Like, she was barely functioning, but at least zombies didn't have to worry about AP Chem...
The cafeteria tables at Northwood High operated like a pyramid scheme I couldn't afford. Top tier: varsity athletes who radiated confidence like they owned the stock market. Middle...
Maya pulled her beanie down lower, frizzy hair tucked away like she could hide the awkwardness of fourteen. The party blared through Alex's open door—Spotify playlist, laughter, th...