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Maya's palms were sweating so hard she could barely grip the plastic cup of tropical punch. This was it — Jordan's pool party, the social event of the summer before sophomore year,...
Maya's hair was a disaster. The DIY sunset orange dye job she'd attempted last night had turned her curls into what her little brother called 'radioactive Cheeto fuzz.' She spent f...
Marcus's fingers were basically shaking when he reached for the cable behind the TV. Third time this week the damn thing had come loose, and if the Yankees game didn't come in crys...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a water bottle. Not that she'd admit that to anyone—especially not Jake, who was currently shirtless by the deep end, l...
The social pyramid at Lincoln High was as rigid as Egyptian architecture. Me and my friends lived somewhere near the bottom—just above the kids who still brought lunchboxes, but de...
Jordan's life had become a series of near-misses. Almost made varsity baseball. Almost asked Maya to homecoming. Almost mattered. "Dude, you're overthinking it," Marcus said, spin...
Lena stood at the edge of the pool, toes curling against the warm concrete. Her stomach did that stupid flip-flop thing it always did when _he_ was around. She glanced toward the ...
The invitation sat on my dresser for two weeks before I worked up the courage to RSVP yes. Now here I was, standing in Maya's backyard with thirty other juniors, everyone already i...
The neon orange fox hat sat on my desk like a radioactive traffic cone. Mom had dropped it off that morning — another failed attempt to help me 'make friends at the new school.' Be...
Maya's summer was supposed to be about catching up on her **vitamin** D deficiency, according to her mom who kept leaving those orange gummy bottles on her nightstand like passive-...
The chlorine hit Maya's nose before she even stepped onto the patio. Taylor's End-of-School Blowout was already in full swing, and Maya stood by the fence, scrolling through Instag...
The Tyler's pool party. The social event of the season, apparently. Maya stood at the edge of the concrete, clutching her towel like a security blanket. Everyone was already in the...