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I never thought I'd be crouching behind the dumpster at the edge of the baseball field at 11 PM on a Friday, but here we are. My knees hurt. My phone's at 12%. And I'm pretty sure ...
Marcus stood at the base of the social pyramid, watching the seniors dominate the padel court like they owned the place. Pine Crest Academy had rules about these things. Freshmen d...
Maya's thumb hovered over Jake's story as she sat in the parking lot outside the community **pool**, heart doing that weird fluttery thing it always did when he posted anything. Sh...
Maya stood at the edge of the Johnsons' pool, chlorine stinging her nose, heart doing that nervous flutter thing it always did when Jake was around. He was by the diving board, lau...
Zara's hair was supposed to be caramel brown. Instead, it came out neon pink. Three days before freshman year, she'd grabbed the wrong box at the drugstore in a panic, and now she ...
The goldfish bowl sat on Maya's desk like a glass judgment. Bubble stared back with his unimpressed fish face, probably wondering why his owner was currently hyperventilating over ...
Chloe adjusted her sunglasses for the third time, trying to look casual while definitely not staring at Jake across the pool. This was basically a spy operation at this point. Oper...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I stared at the **water** shimmering in the afternoon sun. Another summer pool party, another social minefield to navigate. I adjusted my dad's oversi...
Maya smoothed down her orange sundress for the millionth time. It was Tyler's end-of-school pool party, and if she didn't make it into the squad's inner circle this summer, she'd o...
The goldfish floated belly-up in its bowl, and honestly? Same, Bart. Same. I stared at him through the glass, my phone blowing up with notifications I wasn't ready to face. Marcus...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she thought they might actually slide right off her hands. Which would be fine, honestly, because then she wouldn't have to hold this stupid plat...
The locker room smelled like chlorine and teenage anxiety—the perfect scent for a Monday. Maya stared at her reflection, goggles in hand. She'd never been the **swimming** type. T...