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I'm standing on the padel court at my dad's country club, clutching my iPhone like it's a lifeline. Three new notifications. None from Tyler. My thumb keeps hovering over his chat—...
The mechanical bull loomed over the patio like it was judging everyone's life choices. Which, honestly, it kind of was. "You're NOT actually doing that," Maya said, side-eyeing me...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again—the frizzy halo effect that happened every time humidity crept above forty percent. She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, fing...
The orange hung between us like a question mark. "You want this?" Marcus asked, peeling it with those long fingers that made every serve look effortless. We were sitting on the be...
I spent the first two weeks of freshman year carrying around this personality quiz I'd torn out of a magazine. The one where you answer 40 questions and it tells you your spirit an...
Maya's beat-up gray beanie was basically attached to her head at this point. Freshman year was already stressful enough without accidentally making eye contact with anyone in the c...
My hair was orange. Not "oops, bought the wrong dye" orange. Like, traffic cone, absolutely unhinged orange. Mom cried. Dad asked if I was joining a circus. But honestly? I was don...
Marcus adjusted his fitted baseball hat, trying to look like he belonged in the dugout. Actually, he was just the water boy for the varsity team, but when Chloe—the smartest girl i...
I looked like a zombie, but honestly? That was the goal. Homecoming week, and I'd gone full undead chic — pale foundation, dark circles, fake blood dripping artfully down my chin....
Maya's hair was supposed to be her armor. She'd spent two hours flat-ironing it into submission, ignoring her mom's voice echoing from the kitchen: "Did you take your vitamin D, sw...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her orange goggles like they were a lifeline. Tryouts for the swim team had been her mom's idea, obviously. Because what sixteen-year-...
The bear suit smelled like every summer since 1992. Maya tugged at the faux fur, sweat already pooling at her lower back. This was not how she'd imagined her first summer job at Sp...