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Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip her phone. Three percent battery. Perfect. "You coming in or what?" Jake stood at the edge of the pool, all muscles and tha...
Maya's mom was going through her 'health phase' again, which meant the kitchen counter was covered in amber bottles—cod liver oil, probiotics, and those massive vitamin D pills tha...
The sphinx statue at the edge of the golf course wasn't even a good one. Its left ear had been chipped off since before any of us could remember, and someone had drawn Sharpie eyeb...
Maya sat behind the backstop, phone clutched like a weapon in her palm. Another day of #baseball practice, another afternoon playing spectator while her crush Jake smashed home run...
Jordan stood by the pool, clutching a cup of lukewarm **water** like it was her only lifeline. It was the last party before sophomore year, and somehow she'd managed to isolate her...
I'm literally a zombie right now. It's 5:45 AM and I'm on my third lap of the pool, my arms screaming, my brain foggy from three hours of sleep. Coach Martinez's whistle cuts throu...
My hair looked like a depressed chihuahua. This was fine, honestly, because today was the day I would finally become invisible. The plan: execute Project Pyramid, my elaborate soc...
The bass thumped through Jax's chest as she stood by the sliding glass door, clutching her dad's Stetson like a lifeline.Outside, Tyler's pool party raged — chlorine and coconut su...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another group chat blowup. The squad was fighting about Friday night—who was going, who wasn't, who was 'literally being so ...
My summer was supposed to be chill—just working as a lifeguard at the rec center, maybe finally learning to actually swim instead of just treading water like a panicked cat. But th...
Maya's phone buzzed on her nightstand at 7:03 AM. A text from Sasha: dress code is FLANNEL today. Don't be awkward. Maya stared at her closet. Flannels were so ... not her. But th...
Maya pulled the beanie—okay, technically a fedora, but whatever—down lower over her curls. The hat was supposed to be her armor, her Statement Piece, her whole ~vibe~ for sophomore...