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The stolen army green bucket hat sat perched on Olivia's head like she owned it, which she kinda did now since Maya'd been too chickenshit to ask for it back at Jason's party last ...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, chlorine stinging her nose, while everyone else acted like they'd been born in their swimsuits. This was supposed to be the ultimate start-o...
The cafeteria was a minefield, and Maya was defusing it with the grace of a toddler in clown shoes. Three weeks at Northwood High, and she'd already mastered the art of looking bus...
Maya's hair had taken three hours to perfect that morning. The Dutch braids her YouTube tutorial promised would look effortless actually made her look like she'd tried way too hard...
The hat was supposed to be my armor. A vintage dad cap I'd thrifted for eight bucks, pulled low enough that I could disappear inside it if necessary. Which, at Lily's back-to-schoo...
Maya's iphone buzzed with another notification from the group chat.「Bro, you coming to Jake's party or what?」She stared at the screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Three weeks...
The chlorine stung my eyes, but not as much as Jade's laugh from across the pool. She was draped over Tyler's shoulder like she belonged there, while I sat on the edge with my legs...
Maya gripped her iphone like a lifeline, thumb doom-scrolling through TikToks she'd already seen three times. The Miller pool party raged around her—laughter, splashing, the bass-h...
The pool water glowed that fake blue from underwater LED lights, the kind that makes everyone look like they're swimming in a sports drink. I sat on the edge, feet dangling in, clu...
Maya's lungs burned like she'd inhaled a campfire. Two months into freshman year, and she was already the worst cross-country runner at Northwood High. Probably in the history of t...
I was running on zero sleep and three energy drinks, basically operating in full zombie mode. Mia's end-of-summer pool party loomed like a social boss battle I hadn't leveled up fo...
Cassady's drama teacher called her a sphinx — always quiet, always watching, never letting anyone see what she was really thinking. Which was hilarious, because internally? Cassady...