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Miguel dragged himself to Jenna's pool party feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three AM Fortnite sessions will do that to you. His mom had bought him these bright orange swim trun...
I'd been lowkey stalking Marcus's socials for three weeks when my best friend Priya finally called me out. "You're literally a spy at this point," she said, scrolling through my ph...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone screen, the blue bubble already typed out: *i like u*. Her thumb shook like she was standing in against a 95mph fastball. Behind her, the bas...
Friday night and I'm zombie-walking through another family dinner, phone buzzing under the table. Leo's text glows up at me: *u coming over? cable's back.* The cable guy finally ...
The pool party was already lit when Maya arrived, her phone buzzing in her pocket. Three notifications from the group chat—everyone asking where she was. She clutched her iPhone li...
Maya's iphone had become an extension of her hand, practically glued to her palm during seventh period when Mr. Henderson wasn't looking. That's when she saw it—Lila's post from Fr...
The villa's infinity **pool** glittered like something from a TikTok reel, but Maya felt about as glamorous as a dead jellyfish. Spring break of junior year, and somehow she'd ende...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool club, her heart doing that familiar flutter-thump thing whenever Jake entered her peripheral vision. He was by the padel courts, laughing at some...
Jamie adjusted her goggles for the third time, heart doing that weird fluttery thing that happened whenever Luke walked past. The chlorine-heavy air of the Silver Creek High pool d...
Maya's life was divided into two categories: Hat On and Hat Off. Hat On meant confidence, sarcasm, and the ability to survive 7th period lunch without imploding. Hat Off meant... w...
Maya's hands shook as she adjusted the oversized bucket hat—her mom's gardening hat, actually—pulling it low over her eyes. First day at Northwood High, and she was already lowkey ...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again — the frizz that refused to be tamed no matter how much product she swore at in the mirror. She smoothed down the stray curls for the fiftiet...