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Maya stood at the edge of the pool, fingers twisting through her chlorine-green hair. She'd spent forty-five minutes braiding it perfectly, but now she just looked like a mermaid w...
The summer humidity was brutal, but Kai's palm was sweating for a totally different reason. He was actually hanging out with Maya—the girl who'd been sitting two rows ahead in home...
Maya's fingers hovered over the send button, her iPhone screen glowing in the darkness of her bedroom. The message had been typed and deleted twelve times already. u up? No. Too ...
The humidity hit Marco like a physical force the second he stepped into Jada's backyard. Her parents' pool party was already bumping—Bad Bunny thumping from portable speakers, chlo...
Maya's cat, Potato, had zero chill. The orange tabby spent approximately 23 hours a day unconscious, but that remaining hour? Pure chaos. Currently, Potato was losing her mind over...
Marcus stood at the plate, the baseball bat slick with sweat. Thirty kids watching from the bleachers — Jessica with her perfectly Glossier-highlighted cheekbones, Ryan being way t...
Maya's older brother said high school parties were all about finding your people, but so far, she'd only found three wallflowers in the kitchen and a guy named Drew who wouldn't st...
Maya's lungs burned. Her legs felt like they were made of lead, but she kept running. Coach Davidson's voice echoed in her head: 'Last one to the finish line buys everyone bubble t...
Maya's mom called it her 'rebellious phase.' Maya called it finally being visible. The fluorescent orange hair dye had been fifty bucks from the salon downtown — worth every cent o...
Maya's phone buzzed. Party at Jax's. Parents gone. You coming? She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Braces still had that annoying lisp when she said "fish," which...
Marcus's vintage baseball hat sat three inches deep on his forehead, a desperate shield against the fluorescent lights of the freshman cafeteria. The curved brim cast a shadow over...
Maya's iphone buzzed against the bench, eighth notification in ten minutes. The group chat was blowing up about Tyler's party tonight, but she couldn't focus. Not with the padel ch...