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Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her swim cap like it was some kind of armor. The end-of-summer party raged around her — music thumping, seniors doing cannonballs, Jas...
My hair looked like a traffic cone exploded on it. Three attempts at DIY bleach later, and I was stuck with orange-ish frizz that DEFIED any reasonable interpretation of "sun-kisse...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. "You good?" Leo asked, not looking up from his phone. "Fine. Just... nervous about the tournament." Leo smirked. "It's club **padel**, Maya. N...
Kayla hadn't touched the water in three years. Not since she'd posted that photo of herself in a bikini with the caption "living my best life" and some random from her school comme...
I felt like a total goldfish—gaping mouth, zero composure, three-second memory span where coherent thoughts should be. Because there he was: Mateo at the padel court, sweat drippin...
Maya stood at the edge of the municipal pool, her toes curled against the rough concrete. Sixteen years old and she'd never learned to swim. The humiliation burned hotter than the ...
The betting pool was at forty-seven dollars and counting when Maya's older brother Jayden dropped the bomb. "No way you're playing in the tournament," he said, scrolling through h...
The Friday night lights blazed above the baseball diamond as I adjusted the foam bull head for the third time. Being the mascot wasn't exactly how I envisioned spending my junior y...
The orange fluorescent buzz of hallway lights reflected off Maya's locker door as she stared at the photos taped inside. Her old self—middle school Maya with braces and zero fashio...
The invitation said 'pool party,' but Maya's brain heard 'social suicide.' She stood at the edge of the cement deck in her one-piece, watching everyone else look like they'd steppe...
The nickname stuck in seventh grade when I dyed my hair copper on a dare. Fox. Callie Fox. Even without the orange hair anymore, the name followed me like a stubborn shadow. "You ...
Jamal's oversized trucker hat was basically his security blanket. Pull the brim low, disappear into the fabric—boom, instant invisibility. Which was exactly what he needed when he ...