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Maya smoothed her polo shirt for the third time, feeling like a total impostor among the country club crowd. She'd landed the summer lifeguard job through pure luck—her aunt knew s...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's social pyramid like it was a game of Jenga she'd never win. Seniors at the apex, looking down on everyone else like we were NPC background characters...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she was practically leaving puddles on her backpack straps. First day of summer as the new concession stand girl at Oak Creek Baseball Field, and...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in her newly dyed orange hair. First high school party tonight, and she'd already committed to looking like a traffic cone. "Whateve...
My palms were sweating. The charging cable had given up the ghost at the worst possible moment—right before I might finally get Cassie's number. Classic. My phone hovered at 3%, a...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his swim cap like a lifeline. The chlorine-heavy **water** shimmered under the gym lights, reflecting the nervous energy bouncing of...
The chlorine smell hit Maya before she even saw the water. Jackson's annual summer pool party—the event of the season—and she'd spent forty-five minutes staring at her reflection i...
Maya's mom still left the gummy **vitamin** bottles on the counter every morning, like Maya hadn't started high school three months ago. At 15, she was practically an adult—or at l...
Jake trudged home from soccer practice feeling like a literal zombie. Two hours of Coach Martinez screaming about "conditioning" would do that to you. His legs burned, his vision b...
The community pool was practically my second home that summer, which meant swimming until my fingers turned pruny while pretending I wasn't completely obsessed with Maya from the h...
The invitation came via Instagram DM, of course. Larson's pool party. The social event of the summer before sophomore year. I stared at my iPhone screen, thumb hovering over the re...
The locker room smelled like chlorine and insecurity. Mateo stood by his locker, clutching his padel racket like it could somehow protect him from what was about to happen. "You'r...