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Maya's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. Which was unfortunate, considering she was currently hiding behind a lounge chair at the biggest party of the summer, clutching a so...
Pool parties at Tyler's house were legendary, which was exactly why I'd spent the last three mornings staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, obsessing over whether my sto...
The hat smelled like Old Spice and desperation - exactly like my brother Jeremy, which made sense since I'd snagged it from his room five minutes ago. It was a faded blue cap with ...
Maya stood in front of her bathroom mirror, applying her third layer of mascara. Her hands were shaking so bad she looked like she'd been mainlining espresso. "You got this," she ...
Sam stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his water bottle like it was a lifeline. Which, honestly, it kinda was. Tryouts for the swim team were tomorrow, and his best friend Jo...
Maya stood frozen in the doorway of Jason's house, currently operating on 5% battery and approximately zero social skills. The bass thrummed against her chest as she watched people...
Maya stared into the bathroom mirror at the disaster she'd created. The box had promised "Sunset Copper," but her hair now resembled a traffic cone that had been through a natural ...
Maya's phone buzzed for the twentieth time in three minutes. The group chat was blowing up—everyone making plans for Friday night, tagging each other in memes, doing that thing whe...
Maya's mom swore those horse-pill vitamins would make her grow six inches by summer. So far, the only thing growing was her resentment toward every single person in tenth grade who...
My palms were sweating so much I could barely grip the bat. Again. "You good, Maya?" Coach Miller yelled from the dugout, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else than watching m...
Maya's **hair** was supposed to be perfect. She'd spent two hours flat-ironing it, and for once, the humidity was actually cooperating. This was it — her chance to finally fit in w...
The spinach was the first thing that went wrong. Actually, that's not true. The first thing that went wrong was when Jake, the cute junior who sits two tables away at lunch, waved...