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The pool deck at the country club was basically a battlefield, and Jordan was losing. Bad. She stood by the snack bar in her two-piece that felt approximately three sizes too smal...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her cracked screen as she stood outside Jordan's house, the bass from inside vibrating through the soles of her knockoff Converse. Her cat — whom she'd d...
Maya's vintage dad hat drooped over her eyes like a protective curtain. This was her armor at Ryder's party, the first social event of sophomore year where she'd actually managed t...
Maya had spent exactly forty-five minutes psyching herself up in the bathroom mirror, practicing her cool-girl smile. This was it—the last pool party before freshman year, the one ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sun-kissed caramel. Instead, it looked like a failed science experiment — splotchy orange in places where the bleach had attacked her natural brown t...
The invitation sat on my desk like a death sentence: **Pool Party**. Saturday. 3 PM. For most people, this meant fun. For me, it meant exposing the one thing I'd successfully hidd...
Maya's older sister said high school would be different. She wasn't wrong. The cafeteria was a battlefield of social groups, and Maya had accidentally wandered into enemy territor...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a swimming pool. Okay, that was dramatic, but still. Her phone buzzed again in her pocket – another text from Sophie as...
The pool party was supposed to be the night everything changed. Instead, it became the night we almost died and I finally figured out who I actually was. "You're not seriously doi...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her hand shaking as it hovered over the scissors. The **hair** she'd grown out since sixth grade—long, dark, and safe—stared back at her...
Jaxon hated the pool parties. Absolutely hated them. Every summer, it was the same ritual: pull on the trunks that felt too tight, grab his lucky hat—the beat-up Dodgers cap his gr...
Maya's iphone was at 3% when she finally found Austin by the keg. She'd been feeling like a zombie all night—autopilot-smiling at people she barely knew, nodding at jokes she didn'...