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Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. This was it—the first party of the summer, and her chance to finally talk to...
The social hierarchy at Northwood High operated like a pyramid scheme you couldn't opt out of. At the apex sat the swimming team elite—goddesses in chlorine-scented skin. I'd spent...
The backyard of Jessica's house looked like something out of a teen movie – twinkling lights strung up around the pool, Spotify playlist bumping something bass-heavy that vibrated ...
Maya's phone buzzed with the third text from Jake: 'Pool party. 2pm. Be there or be square.' Classic Jake. Everything was a challenge with him. The problem? Maya couldn't swim. Li...
Maya's text had said casual pool party, but standing at the edge of Chloe's backyard, staring at a dozen kids from school in various states of swimsuit-clad confidence, I felt anyt...
Leo's palms were sweating through his pockets as he stared at the gymnasium doors. Homecoming. The event that dominated everyone's thoughts since freshman year began. The social py...
My palms were literally sweating through my phone case. Again. "You coming to Jax's pool party or what?" Maya texted, adding like ten skull emojis. I stared at my ceiling fan spi...
Jake's disastrous haircut couldn't have happened at a worse time. Three days before the end-of-summer block party, and his normally wavy hair now looked like someone had taken a we...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the bend, third lap of what felt like the millionth time that week. Her dad's voice echoed in her head: "You need the edge, Maya. Take the vitamin...
The social pyramid at Lincoln High had Maya somewhere near the bottom—goldfish status, basically. Invisible, swimming in circles, while the Instagram elites posted aesthetic sunset...
Maya pulled the crushed orange bucket hat down over her curls, trying to disappear. Sixth month into freshman year, and she still felt like she was wearing someone else's skin. "Y...
The camping trip was Maya's mom's idea — "disconnect to reconnect," whatever that meant. Maya stood by the lake, her iPhone 13 Pro clutched in her hand like a lifeline. One bar. Ma...