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I felt like a zombie standing at the edge of the pool party. Summer school physics had me running on three hours of sleep and whatever random snacks I'd scrounged from the pantry. ...
Maya's Nana thought that bright yellow bucket hat was cute. Maya thought it looked like something a toddler would wear to the beach, but Nana had given it to her before the move, s...
Mateo had been staring at the invitation for twenty minutes. Kyle's pool party. The one everyone would be at. The one he'd been dodging for three summers. "You're going, right?" J...
Maya's phone buzzed in her pocket as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror for the tenth time. Chloe's end-of-summer house party – the social event of the season – and someh...
The party was already dead when I arrived — a total zombie apocalypse of teenagers scrolling TikTok in corners while cheap bass thumped through someone's basement speakers. I shoul...
Marco adjusted his crumpled **baseball** cap, trying to look like he belonged at Jefferson High. Third school this year. His old man's job always came first—pack, move, repeat, res...
Maya's flip-flops stuck to the concrete as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a shield. The Thursday night graduation party was in full swing—Liam's playli...
The summer before sophomore year, everything changed. Maya and I had been joined at the hip since seventh grade, but now she was suddenly too cool for me—too busy with her varsity ...
Kai stood frozen in the middle of Jordan's basement party, clutching a red plastic cup like it was a lifeline. This was it — the moment he'd been overthinking all week. The seniors...
I stood by the deep end, clutching my knees like a lifeline. Chloe's pool party was in full swing—literally. The popular crew had decided to build a human pyramid in the water, bec...
I was rocking full-on **zombie** mode—dark circles, three Red Bulls deep, functioning on zero sleep after finals week—when Jordan spotted me across the basement party. "You got so...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate that morning, which was basically a metaphor for her entire junior year. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizz, only to end up wi...