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The bathroom mirror showed someone I didn't quite recognize yet. Sixteen with shoulders that had broadened overnight and a jawline finally deciding to show up. Mom called it a grow...
Maya's hair frizzed into a halo of chaos around her face as she stared at her reflection. Three hours of flat-ironing, wasted. Welcome to summer before freshman year, when every Ti...
The cable draped across my floor like a dead snake — fiber optic, the future, whatever. Dad kept saying I should help him install these on weekends, but I was busy having an existe...
Maya's kale smoothie sat untouched on the cafeteria table, but when Tyler—track team captain, objectively gorgeous, currently wearing his varsity jacket like a crown—sat down oppos...
The humidity hit me like a wall as I stepped outside, my phone showing three missed texts from Maya. We'd been best friend since sixth grade, but lately she'd been acting weird—dis...
Jace had been the benchwarmer since freshman year, the guy coaches forgot existed. His brother had been the baseball star—team captain, scholarship offers, the whole aura. Jace was...
Maya's mom stood in the kitchen doorway, vitamin bottle extended like some kind of peace offering. "You're gonna need this today, sweetie. First day of high school, gotta keep that...
The baseball uniform scratched at my neck like a cheap insult. "You coming to practice, or what?" Tyler yelled from his driveway, his orange practice jersey glowing like traffic-li...
The community pool smelled like chlorine and desperation, which was basically my entire sophomore year in a nutshell. I clutched my kickboard like a lifeline, staring at the lane w...
Maya stared at her **iPhone**, thumb hovering over Instagram. Another weekend watching everyone else live their best lives while she lay in bed, scrolling through highlight reels t...
The backward hat was Maya's armor. Pulled low over her forehead, it said don't mess with me even though her stomach was doing somersaults. First week at the new country club, and s...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her curly hair defying gravity in all the wrong directions. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame it before Tyler's pa...