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Maya's orange hair was supposed to be a statement. Instead, it felt like a neon sign advertising TRYING TOO HARD. Which she was, obviously. "Your hair looks sick, honestly," Chloe...
Charlie's palms were sweating so hard he could practically fill a pool. Not that anyone would notice—Jen's pool party already had enough water in it. The in-ground pool stretched l...
Everyone says goldfish have three-second memories. Sometimes I feel like I'm the one swimming in circles, forgetting everything the moment it happens. Like right now. Staring at J...
The baseball field smelled like cut grass and teenage desperation. I sat in the bleachers, my iPhone burning a hole in my pocket like I was carrying illegal contraband. Maya was pi...
Marcus stood at the edge of the padel court, racquet dangling uselessly at his side. His older brother's friends had invited him, which was basically social currency worth more tha...
The invitation sat on my nightstand for three days before I even admitted I was terrified. Chloe's pool party. The social event of the summer. Meanwhile, my social circle consisted...
Maya leaned against the garage wall, phone in hand, watching Leo's party through the sliding glass door. Everyone was inside—laughter, red cups, the bass vibrating through the floo...
Marcus's baseball cap was basically fused to his skull at this point. Freshman year, and he was already the kid who never took off his hat. Everyone assumed it was a swagger thing—...
Maya's **iPhone** buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another group chat blowing up about Tyler's party—the one everyone was going to except her. Again. She flopped onto he...
The chlorine hit Maya's nose before she even stepped through the gate—sharp, chemical, unmistakable. Summer pool season. The annual social battlefield where swimsuit status determi...
Maya stared at her reflection, running fingers through the newly dyed purple hair she'd spent two hours perfecting. It looked good. Actually good. So why did stepping into school t...
Maya stared into the bathroom mirror, swiping her tongue over the green shred wedged between her brackets. Of course. Of freaking course she'd get **spinach** stuck in her braces a...