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Maya adjusted her bikini top for the fiftieth time, already regretting agreeing to come to Jessica's pool party. The inflatable flamingo floaties bobbed like judge pink heads as sh...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, toes curled over the concrete like he was sizing up a 3-0 count. The afternoon sun glared off the water, making everything shimmer and blur. B...
The **pool** party invitation had been sitting on my nightstand for three days, mocking me with its glittery gel letters. "SWIMMING POOL BASH!!!" it screamed, and honestly, the tri...
Marcus's social life was basically a pyramid scheme—start at the bottom, claw your way up by accumulating the right friends, the right posts, the right aesthetic. His iPhone batter...
Maya's hair had never cooperated a day in her life, but today it was next-level insubordinate. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror for twenty minutes, trying to tame the friz...
Maya's mother stood in the doorway holding a bottle of neon-orange gummies that promised to transform her into someone who actually enjoyed Saturday afternoons. "It's the new vita...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. Across the water, Skylar held court on the diving board—tan legs dangling, sunglasses reflecting the July s...
I felt like a zombie. Not the cool, Netflix kind with ripped flannel and dramatic death scenes. The awkward kind: tank empty on fumes, dark circles under my eyes, functioning entir...
Maya's phone buzzed for the seventeenth time in twenty minutes. Another group chat explosion, probably someone freaking about Jason's party tonight or the bio test tomorrow. She gr...
The spinach in my teeth felt like a flashing neon sign of social suicide. I'd been hyperventilating about Maya's pool party for three days straight, running on zero sleep and pure ...
The **water** in the Hendersons' infinity pool glittered like crushed diamonds, but Maya's stomach felt like it was doing backflips. End-of-summer parties were basically social min...
Maya's golden retriever, Buster, chose that exact moment to shake himself off like he'd just emerged from a lake — sending a wave of droplets flying across the coffee shop. Because...