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The problem with lying about knowing how to swim is that eventually, someone's going to invite you to a pool party. That someone was Jake, and that party was in two hours, and I wa...
Marcus's palm was sweating so much his iPhone nearly slipped out of his hand. Again. Third time tonight. "You good, bro?" Jamal asked from the bleacher beside him. "Yeah. Just......
I'd been running from my problems since seventh grade, literally. Cross-country was the only thing that made sense at Northwood High, where the social pyramid felt sharper than the...
The cafeteria social pyramid was as rigid as geometry class. At the top sat the popular kids—think inherited wealth and curated Instagram aesthetics. At the bottom? That's where yo...
The invitation said pool party, which meant three hours of anxiety-inducing social torture. Maya stood at the edge of Jessica's backyard, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The w...
Maya stared at her reflection, the bathroom steam fogging up around her. The green food coloring in the **spinach**-based hair dye her cousin swore was "totally natural and organic...
The pool party at Jenna's house was supposed to be mid. That was the vibe Maya had sold me, and honestly? I believed her. I'd been stressing about it for days — what to wear, wheth...
Maya sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor, surrounded by a tangle of ethernet cables that made more sense to her than hallway politics. Being fifteen meant constant performance—kn...
Maya lay poolside at Tyler's party, iPhone gripped like a lifeline. The sun glared off the water as perfect bodies splashed and laughed, but she was too busy curating her Instagram...
The chlorine stung my nose before I even stepped through the gate. Another summer, another pool party where I'd spend three hours psyching myself up to jump in the shallow end whil...
Maya's stomach did somersaults as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. This was it—the party of the year, and somehow, she'd actually been invite...
The humidity hit Maya like a wall the second she stepped onto Jenna's back patio. She could feel her hair frizzing into a hopeless halo around her head—exactly what she didn't need...