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My palms were sweating so bad I could practically water plants with them. Which was exactly why I did NOT want to be at Elena's end-of-summer blowout, but apparently my social life...
Maya stared at her phone screen, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. Three dots danced in the bubble — Taylor was typing. They'd been best friends since kindergarten, but lately, so...
The fedora sat on my desk like a judgmental comma. Grandpa's hat, vintage cool, or at least that's what I told myself when I'd put it on to feel confident. Tonight was sophomore se...
Jordan's dad had done it again. Another business venture, another embarrassing family dinner where he tried to recruit everyone. "It's not a pyramid scheme, Jordy," his dad insist...
Maya's hand hovered over her phone screen, her palm sweating against the case. The group chat notification glowed back at her: POOL PARTY @ JAX'S — DON'T BE LAME. She'd been the n...
The ethernet cable lay across the pool deck like a dead snake, and I was officially mortified. "You gonna stare at it all day, or help me fix this setup?" Marcus said, smirking. H...
Marcus stood at the edge of the concrete, clutching his phone like it was a lifeline. The music thumped from somewhere inside the house, and the pool reflected twinkling lights lik...
The invitation said 'pool party' but everyone knew it was actually a social experiment. Taylor's annual summer bash was where the unofficial popularity pyramid got rebuilt every Ju...
The carnival lights flickered like a dying heartbeat when Maya's goldfish died. Not a real one—she'd won it at the ring toss three hours ago, and now it floated belly-up in the pla...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I clung to the pool's edge, my heart pounding. I'd never been a strong swimmer, but when Maya dared me to jump off the high dive, I couldn't back down...
Maya's **hat** was basically her emotional support blanket. The oversized black beanie stayed glued to her head 24/7 — through first period physics, through awkward cafeteria momen...
Maya stared at the bathroom mirror, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Her hair—formerly a boring, respectable brown—now blazed orange. Like, actually orange. Not the trendy ...