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Maya's heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird as she stood outside Tyler's house. The bass from inside thrummed through the soles of her Converse. First party of sopho...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be legendary. Instead, I stood ankle-deep in the shallow end, clutching a solo cup of lukewarm soda like it was a lifeline. The wate...
I'd been crushing on Maya since seventh period English, so when she asked if I wanted to play padel with her and some friends Friday night, I obviously said yes. Even though I'd ne...
Maya's palms were literally sweating through her jean shorts. Standing at the gate to Tyler's pool party, she could already hear the bass vibrating through the fence and the splash...
Maya's older cousin Jake pulled up to the curb in his mom's minivan, wearing a fedora that screamed 'I'm an entrepreneur now.' "Get in, cuz. We're gonna crush it today." "Jake, l...
Maya's dad dropped her off at the beach house with a sympathetic look, like she was heading to prison instead of what he called 'a summer of self-discovery.' Great. She grabbed her...
Maya felt like a **zombie**. Three hours of sleep after finals week will do that to you. She dragged herself through the school hallway, phone in hand, on her absolute last mission...
Marcus stood in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully adjusting the brim of his black beanie. Freshman year was over, and this summer was his chance to reboot. No more being the ...
Jordan's palms were sweating so bad he could barely grip his phone. Summer pool party at Chloe's house—the social event of the season—and he was currently hovering behind a deck ch...
I've been operating on zombie mode for three weeks straight. Ever since Mom announced the Family Fitness Challenge, my summer has been a blur of 6 AM wakeups and activities I'm def...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, clutching a bottle of neon-orange hair dye like it was a weapon. Senior year was half-over, and she was still invisible—still stuck in t...
Maya's purple hair refused to cooperate today. It hung limp instead of the voluminous waves she'd spent forty minutes perfecting with the curling iron. Typical. "You look fire, ch...