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Maya had been successfully avoiding pool parties since sixth grade. That was before Tyler Evans' invitation slid into her DMs with that little gray thumbs-up that meant *I know you...
Maya's lifeguard chair felt like a throne made of judgment. Sixteen years old and basically responsible for everyone's survival at the community pool, yet she couldn't even figure ...
Maya's hair defied physics, biology, and possibly several laws of chemistry. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame it for the Fall Formal, and now it stood at attention lik...
The chlorine smell still clung to my skin as Maya dragged me toward the padel courts. 'Come on, it'll be fun,' she insisted, already adjusting her ponytail. 'You're always swimming...
The baseball field at midnight looked like a different world. The dugout where I'd spent six hours a day all summer sat in shadow, the chalk lines already fading from varsion's gam...
I'd been running the same route since freshman year—past the old Miller place, through the patch of woods behind the high school, looping back before the railroad tracks. But today...
My hair was supposed to be beachy waves. Instead, after what I'd now officially dubbed The Great Salon Disaster of sophomore year, it looked more like someone had taken a lawnmower...
My hair was doing that thing again—that embarrassing, unfixable frizz-ball situation that made me want to dissolve into the pavement. I tugged my baseball cap lower, grateful for i...
The pool party was supposed to be lowkey. Just a few people from sophomore year hanging out at Maya's house. But for me, any social gathering was basically walking into the lion's ...
Maya's purple hair felt like a neon sign screaming LOOK AT ME as she walked onto the padel court. Three months ago, she wouldn't have been caught dead with bubblegum-colored hair, ...
The Thursday night pickup game at the rec center wasn't exactly MLB material, but for Tyler and his crew, it might as well have been the World Series. Especially with Sarah watchin...
My hair had always been the enemy. Specifically, the frizzy, uncooperative mess that refused to conform to the sleek styles everyone else at Northwood High seemed to master effortl...