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The bass from Jordan's speakers thumped in my chest as I stood in his kitchen, clutching a red solo cup like it was a lifeline. Senior year, and somehow I still felt like I was pla...
By Friday, I was running on straight **zombie** mode—third night in a row of staying up until 3AM watching Tyler's ridiculous entrepreneurship videos. My best friend since elementa...
Leo's phone buzzed. Group chat: **POOL PARTY @ Maya's, 4pm. ALL invited.** He stared at the screen. Maya Chen, queen of the sophomore class, had invited EVERYONE. Even him. The k...
The invitation said 'pool party' but Maya's brain heard 'social execution.' She stood by the gate, clutching her towel like a security blanket, while inside, laughter bounced off t...
The invitation said pool party at 7, which meant I'd been staring at my bathroom mirror since 6:15, trying to convince myself that my abs didn't look completely tragic. This was Ri...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her apron for the third time, probably leaving gross streaks, but whatever. It was her first day at the Beach Shack and she'd a...
Jordan hated the stupid bear costume. It smelled like freshman year and regret, and the foam head made him look like a fuzzy potato with anger issues. But when you're a sophomore t...
My summer job consisted of three things: standing behind the counter at Sal's Pizza, watching the delivery dog—a golden retriever named Buster who belonged to the owner—sleep on th...
I quit the baseball team three days before summer started, and apparently that also meant I quit having a life. At least, that's what Tyler's group chat implied before they quietly...
Maya's purple hair was supposed to be her statement. Her rebellion against the quiet girl she'd been last year at Lincoln High. But as she sat on her bedroom floor Friday at 7:43 P...
Maya's mom stood in the kitchen doorway, holding out the orange bottle like it was a peace offering. "Your vitamin, sweetie. Dr. Patel says it'll help with the... you know." Maya...
I looked like a total zombie. Third all-nighter in a row, courtesy of Mr. Henderson's AP History deciding to wreck my GPA. My mom kept shoving those horse-pill vitamins at me every...