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The chlorine stung my eyes as I stared at Maya's **pool**, the water reflecting the sunset like liquid gold. My grip on my **iPhone** tightened — three new notifications from the g...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. Her hair was already frizzing from the humidity—a catastrophic betrayal for someone who'd spent forty-five ...
Maya clutched her iphone in her sweatshirt pocket, thumb hovering over the screen like it was a lifeline. Just one text from her mom and she'd have a valid escape from this bonfire...
The pool party was already in full swing when Maya arrived. That was the problem with being late—you missed the casual splash-in and had to perform the Grand Entrance while twenty ...
Maya pressed herself against the gym wall, feeling like a total creeper as she watched the popular crew by the bleachers. Being a freshman sucked, but being the new girl? Pain. She...
Maya's notification from her latest crush—Jordan—lit up her iPhone screen. Pool party at his house. Saturday. 2 PM. Her thumb hovered, heart doing that weird fluttery thing that ma...
No signal. Maya stared at her iphone, the bars mocking her from zero. "Great," she muttered, shoving it in her pocket. Her dad's idea of "bonding" involved zero reception, zero WiF...
The party was already dead when I arrived, fashionably late by accident rather than design. My orange beanie was pulled down to my eyebrows, a security blanket against the sea of f...
Jayla's lungs burned as she sprinted down the street, literally running from her problems again. But this time, the problem wasn't her mom's disappointed face after she'd tanked he...
The plastic bag sloshed against my thigh as I walked onto the pool deck, my cargo shorts already sticking to my legs in the July heat. Inside the bag, Orange Julius — my prize from...
My vitamin D deficiency was the least of my problems standing at the deep end of Jordan's pool. The fact that I'd somehow made it sixteen years without learning to swim properly? T...
Maya's hair was supposed to be her glow-up moment. Freshly dyed espresso brown, the kind of rich color that says 'I have my life together' even when you absolutely don't. But as sh...