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Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating. Which was ironic considering she was about to be submerged in water anyway. "You're literally overthinking this," said Jenna, ...
Maya stood at the edge of the crowd, clutching her red solo cup like a lifeline. Her best friend Sophie had already abandoned her for some seniors near the makeshift dance floor, l...
Maya's hair had declared war on her freshman year. The frizz halo around her head was basically a social notification that she didn't have her life together. "You good?" Liam aske...
Maya pulled her beanie down lower, grateful for the hat's ability to hide what she was sure was the world's most obvious blush. The fluorescent lights of the gym buzzed like a trap...
Maya stared at the bathroom mirror, her heart doing cartwheels. The box said "Sunset Orange," but her hair currently looked like a traffic cone had exploded all over her head. This...
Maya's ponytail was her security blanket. A literal curtain she could hide behind when things got awkward in the hallways. Which was often, considering she spent 90% of her brain p...
The chlorine hit Maya's nose before she even saw the water—Tuesday at the community pool, same as last summer, same as every summer. Except Chloe wasn't splwaiting by the lounge ch...
Marcus's shift at Thunder Ridge Entertainment Center was supposed to be chill until Jaelyn walked in with her friends. His stomach did that lightning-fast flip thing it always did ...
Maya's straightener was literally murdering her hair. It had been forty-five minutes of careful passes, and the left side was still doing that weird frizzy thing it did when she wa...
The hat was ridiculous. A neon green bucket hat that screamed 'I'm trying too hard,' but I wore it anyway because Maya said it looked "lowkey fire." Whatever that meant. "You comi...
Leo's vintage dad hat was his armor. At parties, he pulled the brim low, disappearing behind its safety while everyone else vibed and talked and touched like it was nothing. Being ...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time. Another text from Jordan. *U coming to the courts? Everyone's here.* She groaned and flopped backward on her bed. Freshman year was suppo...