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The first thing I noticed about Chloe's country club was how everyone already seemed to know each other. I stood by the edge of the pool clutching my towel like a security blanket ...
Maya's summer job at Miller's Farm was supposed to be chill. Just feed some chickens, collect eggs, and avoid Old Man Miller's prize-winning bull, Bessie (yes, Bessie, don't ask). ...
The job was supposed to be easy money — hooking up cable for rich people who couldn't live without their prestige TV. But me and Jayden turned it into something else entirely. "Du...
The iPhone in my hand buzzed with another incoming text from the group chat I'd been ghosting all summer. *pool party @ kayla's. everyone's gonna be there.* I stared at my reflecti...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. The sun beat down on Tyler's backyard, where half the sophomore class was already splashing aroun...
Marcus adjusted his Padres hat, trying to look casual as he leaned against the chain-link fence. The community pool was packed—literally everyone from sophomore year was there. Inc...
Maya stared at the tangled mass of cables behind her gaming PC, her heart doing that annoying fluttery thing it always did when she thought about Ryder's party tonight. The massive...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally dripping. She wiped them on her dress for the third time, feeling like a total fraud. Everyone else at Jessica's party seemed so effortless—la...
The party was everything Maya feared it would be. Loud music, red solo cups, and Jake—the senior she'd been crushing on since September—standing by the inflatable pool looking like...
The **cable** bill was overdue again. I could tell by the way Mom hovered near the TV, remote clutched like a lifeline, before the screen dissolved into static that Friday night. M...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping. She wiped them on her shorts—again—and gripped the padel racket tighter. Across the net, Jake was stretching, his orange tank t...
Maya's summer was officially cooked until Jake's text lit up her phone: pool party, Saturday, bring snacks. She'd been crushing on Jake since seventh period English when he'd loan...