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Theinvitation said "pool party," but Maya's brain heard "social execution." She stood by the back fence, clutching her towel like a lifeline, watching Taylor—and her entire friend ...
My mom insisted I take the **vitamin** before leaving. 'It'll boost your immune system,' she said, as if vitamins could fix social anxiety. I swallowed it anyway, grabbed my lucky ...
The backyard smelled like chlorine and coconut sunscreen, the kind that promises tropical vibes but just smells like chemicals. I sat on the edge of the **pool**, legs dangling in ...
The summer air smelled like chlorine and possibility. I stood by the community pool, clutching my dad's oversized bucket hat like it was some kind of shield. Call me paranoid, but ...
Marcus stood in the cafeteria, clutching his tray like a shield. The zombie makeup from first period—practically applied for drama class—had smudged across his forehead. Great. Now...
Marcus adjusted his battered **baseball** cap for the hundredth time, trying to cover the disaster that was his hair. Freshman year was off to a catastrophic start, and today—in fr...
The orange soda stain on my white jersey was practically glowing. Like, actually glowing under the stadium lights. "You're gonna miss it," Maya said from the seat next to me, her ...
Maya stood at the edge of Jackson's house party, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The bass thrummed through her chest, but she felt like a zombie moving through someone else's ...
Maya's sweaty palms were literally betraying her. Standing in front of thecafeteria, she watched THE—yes, THE—Jake Rodriguez walk toward her, his nike dunks squeaking against the l...
Maya's phone buzzed on her nightstand at exactly 7:03 PM. *Tyler's outside.* She'd been waiting for this moment since September, when Tyler Martinez had moved to town and immediat...
The invitation sat on my desk like a grenade. Kayla's pool party. The social event of the summer. The one where everyone would be. I hadn't gone swimming since sixth grade, back w...
Maya stared at her phone, thumbs hovering over the group chat. Invitation to Jade's pool party — the social event of the season. At the bottom of the freshman pyramid, Maya usually...