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Maya pulled her phone from her pocket, checking the time again. 3:47 PM. Jake was officially seventeen minutes late to their supposed study session at the community pool. Again. "...
I walked into third period feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of scrolling my iPhone until 2 AM will do that to you. My goldfish-crush on Maya had officially become a p...
I'm drowning. Not literally, though I'm definitely not doing any actual swimming. No, I'm drowning in the awkwardness of standing in the shallow end of the community pool while eve...
Maya stood at the edge of Miller's Pond, clutching her towel like a lifeline while everyone else splashed and screamed like they'd invented water. The annual July 4th party—her fir...
Maya's phone buzzed at 2:47 AM. Again. "You up?" Liam's text glowed in the darkness. Maya groaned, rolling over in bed. She'd been running on zombie mode all week—midnight cram s...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her iPhone screen, the blue light casting ghost shadows across her face in the dim pool house. Three notifications from the group chat. 'U coming?' 'Whe...
Maya's mom still left the gummy **vitamin** jar on her counter every morning, like Maya hadn't started high school two months ago. Like she wasn't technically a freshman climbing t...
The pool house echoed with bass and chlorine and the nervous laughter of freshmen like me who'd somehow crashed Jessica Miller's Saturday night. My hoodie felt heavy, my swimsuit v...
The bathroom mirror showed a stranger — dark circles under eyes that used to sparkle, hair that had seen better days. Maya stared at her reflection, feeling like the walking dead. ...
I was totally **running** late to Tyler's pool party—again. My hair was a mess, I couldn't find my favorite bikini, and my phone kept blowing up with texts from everyone asking whe...
Maya's fingers twitched in her pocket, phantom vibrations from her iPhone that wasn't there. She'd made a bet – a stupid, impulsive bet – to go phone-free for an entire weekend. At...
The water in Mia's above-ground pool shimmered like liquid diamonds, but my stomach churned like I'd swallowed a blender. Freshman year, and somehow I'd scored an invite to the leg...