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The backyard pool glowed like a radioactive tumblr aesthetic post, string lights tangled in the oak tree casting everything in that golden-hour filter that only exists IRL if you s...
Jayla's stomach did that thing again—that hollow, twisting feeling that hit her every time she stepped into the locker room. Chlorine stung her nose. Girls laughed in packs, alread...
Maya's orange bikini felt too bright against the chain-link fence, but Cam had picked it out. Said it matched her personality. Whatever that meant when your personality consisted o...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The graduation party was in full swing—some seniors cannonballing into the water, others cr...
The vitamin sat on my tongue like a tiny surrender. A chalky, lemon-flavored admission that I was doing this — actually showing up to cross country practice at 6 AM because Maya sa...
Jordan's first day at Northwood High and already their stomach was doing backflips. They'd spent forty-five minutes on their hair—carefully styling their newly dyed orange bangs to...
The pool water rippled with that weird electric glow from the underwater lights, casting everything in blue. Maya stood at the edge, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeli...
Maya's legs burned as she sprinted across the padel court, sweat dripping down her temple. This was her seventh time hanging out with Tyler, and she'd been pretending to know how t...
Maya's palms were basically swimming pools at this point. "You're gonna be fine," Sam said, leaning against my locker like they owned the place. "Just don't say 'like' every three...
Marcus stared at his dusty baseball glove in the corner of his room. Three months since he'd touched it. Three months since he'd quit the team and the whole world seemed to tilt on...
Maya's heart performed its usual gymnastics routine every time Luke walked past. Today, like every day since seventh grade, she pretended to be deeply fascinated by her lunch — a s...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking as she stared at her reflection. The natural curls she'd spent years hiding under hoodies were now loose, framed by the bathroom mirror's unforgi...