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Maya stood in the corner of the quinceañera, clutching her plastic plate like a shield. The buffet had been an assault course of unfamiliar foods, and now she was stuck with a lime...
The summer heat radiated off the concrete as Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a security blanket. Everyone else was already in the water—laughing, splas...
The lunchroom smelled like desperation and tater tots. Maya sat across from Liam, her stomach doing that nervous flutter thing it always did when he looked at her with those stupid...
The pool deck at the Hartwell Community Center smelled like too much chlorine and bad decisions. I was supposed to be **swimming** laps for regionals, but instead I was lurking beh...
Marcus stood at the plate, his baseball bat feeling heavier than usual. The social pyramid of Jefferson High loomed over him—varsity players at the top, freshmen like him scramblin...
The storm crackled overhead, actual lightning splitting the sky in jagged veins, but nobody moved. We were fifteen, which meant we were immortal and stupid. Maya's older brother wa...
The locker room smelled like chlorine andteen spirit — a combination that would forever trigger my anxiety. Freshman year, and I'd already committed to varsity swim tryouts. Why? B...
Maya's hair was supposed to be a subtle auburn rinse. Instead, it came out screaming fox orange – the kind of color that says "I'm done with being invisible" at maximum volume. "R...
I dragged myself to Tyler's pool party feeling like a actual zombie. Three weeks of summer school will do that to you - my brain was mush, my eyes burned, and the thought of making...
The concrete around the pool burned bare feet, but that didn't stop anyone from showing up. Jake's parents were out of town, which meant the annual start-of-summer blowout was in f...
My summer as a cable installation assistant was supposed to be chill. Easy money, decent tan, zero social interaction beyond pointing at coaxial cables and saying "right there." Bu...
The cup of orange soda was already warm, condensation making my palm disgustingly slick. Great. Just what I needed before talking to Her. I'd been crushing on Maya since seventh p...