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Maya's palms were literally sweating through her denim shorts. Which was gross, but also fair, because she was standing face-to-face with *The Bull* — a mechanical bull at Shane's ...
The humidity hugged Maya like an unwanted ex as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. It was Tyler's end-of-school party, and everyone who was an...
Marcus stood in the bathroom mirror, inspecting the papaya stains on his jersey. Great. Just great. Tryout day for the varsity baseball team and he looked like he'd wrestled a trop...
My hair was supposed to be perfect. That's what I told myself while standing in front of Maya's bathroom mirror for the twentieth time, attempting to rescue the frizz that summer h...
Maya gripped her orange towel like a lifeline, standing at the edge of Jake Miller's above-ground pool like she'd accidentally wandered onto the set of a teen movie she'd never aud...
Marcus adjusted his hideous neon-orange lifeguard hat, the required uniform making him look like a traffic cone. Three weeks into his first real job, and he still felt like an impo...
Maya stood at the edge of Chloe's backyard pool, clutching her towel like a shield. The popular kids were already in the water, their laughter ricocheting off the fence. She'd been...
Maya's orange team vest was already chafing by the time the sixth round started. The Sphinx-themed laser tag arena felt ridiculous with its papier-mâché pyramid in the corner and a...
Maya had mastered the art of the casual glance. At seventeen, she'd turned "spy" into an Olympic sport—scanning the cafeteria without making eye contact, checking her phone while a...
Maya's hands shook as she knotted the HDMI cable for the third time. Her dad's ancient spare bedroom — now her "content creation studio" — smelled like dust and desperation. The ri...
My stupid **hat** kept sliding over my eyes. Definitely not the vibe I wanted for my first hangout with Jordan. I'd spent twenty minutes perfecting my hair, only to hide it under t...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the Henderson's pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The annual end-of-school blowout. Every popular kid from Northwo...